Free verse № 137380
A Sheepâs Wish
Born under Aries, you can call me ewe
Rams batter (Iâm 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 wanted
theyâd give up the struggle
build nests like the thrush
then sing me their songs
Iâd tour the neighborhood
test furnishing and fur
hear scratching of ramhorn
then choose me a mate
But my suitors keep butting
like blood-sucking fleas
who plant killer germs
in animals they need
Why canât these rams
do their work in the day
gather nuts like the squirrel
nectar like bees
And remember when they
like this lamb at my side
had good homes for retiring
and swim there like salmon
He could mate with me there
rest finally in peace
ignoring the common sheep
who can do as they please
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Your comments on poems by others have likewise seemed worthwhile. I see youâve been commenting since 11/02, but your poems are few and recent. I am much newer here and canât help wondering what username you went by then and what happened to the many poems you must have posted before this January. No answer is necessary, and I wonât keep bugging. Itâs good have you around.
It's much more fun to leave the question open and unanswered.
(Don't assume much from my poems--I write in character a lot.) ;)
Born under Aries, you can call me ewe
Rams batter (Iâm 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
theyâd give up the fight
build nests like the thrush
and sing at first light
Iâd 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 canât 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
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