Sounds of animals

the farm


So sure,
How rare. 
Pin my arms down
like a moth,
Frame me up 
Real nice.
The beast sleeps bellow,
Horned goat boy,
Slathered animal.
Real bad,
So depraved 
For someone who had never killed.
Sheep in wolf's skin 
I know, I claimed. 
Please let me do what I want,
Not like I could hurt a fly. 
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Yu should write a book of

Yu should write a book of poems on "how to survive in the 21st Century". Make this poem one in the chapter on "what to wear".



Words of a real life survivor from way back.



...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."

"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "


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Sheep in Wolf's Skin

Wolf skin works if it's very dark

outside and the bullies

have all gone home. Pigs

fly and I remain below.


Cowering inside, put on

the face of a heroine standing

atop the mountain shouting

encouragement for

tired nations.


Same as before, no one

sees the real me, the tip

toe queen at most things

always looking for a corner

to grab or a shadow

to obscure the sheepliness

that is the true identity.


~Lady A~