Photo Title: Sheep in Hoods © Meg Birnbaum - Birnbaum Photography
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Hooded like hangmen
and frightened like lambs
they mill about,
some setting into a pout
as grubby hands thrust
through bars, degrading trust.
The air is no longer fresh
their straw an unruly mess,
but even so they soon lay
in patience a mass of gray
no independence to be found.
Their cries fade trampled into the ground.
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Sheep in Hoods, hmmmm.
We're all from the hood...
That's all I can think of. Thank you for sharing.
[bins from your deep unparallel]
bins from your deep unparallel,
monks and thieves
stationed in cold north pastures
in waiting for
the sound of Her highness bell,
its mold molasses-
coated, sheer, surface perfectly
cast. Last of its breed.
Monks steal petty prayers from
the silenced peal.
Thieves annoint three of the sheep,
then brand, brand, brand.
Just two and a half are left.
Now only you, awake
to take the final photograph.
You wild wolf,
you last, unkind alternative.
Overherd at the Sheep Masquerade: Who are ewe supposed to be?
They answered:
I am the Grim Shepper.
I am the Exec-ewe-tioner, Lamb Chop.
I am the black sheep in the family.
They shared their real identities with each other, but never told another. They were shorn to secrecy.
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