Dovina28 Jan 2006

Thanks, but I'm toying with a revision to improve the meter and rhyme. Maybe thei:

Born under Aries, you can call me ewe
Rams batter (I’m flattered)
bruising brothers with butts
to garner my favor

I bleat for the black one
roll eyes at the spotted
then gloat as their heads
collide all the harder

If they knew what I want
they’d give up the fight
build nests like the thrush
and sing at first light

I’d examine their dwellings
for comfort and view
hear scratchings of ramhorns
then bleat, maybe coo

But my suitors keep butting
like blood-sucking fleas
who plant killer germs
in animals they need

Why can’t these rams
go to work and stay busy
gather nuts like the squirrel
suck nectar like bees?

And remember when they
like this lamb at my side
though gone far as the salmon
come home with the tide

We could flee this herd
mate softly in peace
shun sheep without vision
who can fight if they please