The Pasture’s Surprise
A sip of Pinot Grigio is fitting
this evening to toast the pasture’s
surprise—a ram lamb born
of a ewe we didn’t know
was bred. He wobbles still
and looks for teats in the wrong
places; even so, what a wonder
he is under those tight pearly curls.
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I love the picture this paints of pasture, ewe, lamb.
Thanks – I tried to upload a picture of the lamb, but couldn’t figure it out.
Nice. And I like “bred” rather than “pregnant” or “expecting.” And the hint of looking for love in wrong places!
What a concise jewelbox!
what a wonder!
And I like your alliteration & internal rhymes.
love wobbles and tight pearly curls Great image
I love every single line and ditto Shaun’s comment above.
Nancy, what a beautiful poem. You are a master of internal rhyme that adds such pleasing sound to your poems.
I can see this perfectly. Lovely picture.
“those tight pearly curls”–love it!
Your language is always so precise and rich! Also loved “those tight pearly curls.”