new lamb by dead tree
all around us empty fields
you bleat we helpless
i dont understand your words
and old dog just walks
on with me and my concerns
later i return
steeled for rescue so gallant
there you lie in sun
i presumed death but you move
this time we just stare
all around us empty fields
on with my mission
the farmer lady
reeked a bemused non concern
my man is busy
killing she gestures to barns
where deer dance circles
in twilight of days moving
towards the farmers
deranged busy season her
dead eyes catch my eyes
realising betrayal
to the enemy
i hurry stumble away
to the blessing of
empty fields all around me
may you die by moon
light under ten thousand stars
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