Wolves On the Ranch

Sheep are shorn not because it’s Spring wool has grown too long Shivering as Winter’s blades dig in furthering suff’ring’s wrong The shepherd unsheathes his sword, “vengeance is mine,” the Lord’s song 7/28/2020
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Wolf Avatar
August 2, 2020 at 1:42 PM
Seems the shepherd might take his cues from the True Shepherd. ~ A shepsel (little sheep in Yiddish)
Rodrigues Avatar
August 2, 2020 at 6:22 PM
Thank you for the share...and the sharing of yiddish
Krutsinger Avatar
July 29, 2020 at 10:18 AM
"furthering suff'ring's wrong" - indeed! Hear! Hear!
Rodrigues Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 3:48 AM
Thanks, Caren!
Pandit Avatar
July 29, 2020 at 4:52 AM
It doesn't come across as gentle, or caring process, especially when you see it happening standing close by--I get the point of your write, Kim.
Rodrigues Avatar
July 30, 2020 at 3:48 AM
Thank you, Vijay!
Pigeon Tart Avatar
July 28, 2020 at 6:26 PM
This is rich. I”m not exactly sure what it means only that I feel its magnitude. xomo
Rodrigues Avatar
July 28, 2020 at 6:45 PM
And that is enough for me from a fellow poet! Hugs!
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