Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

Appearances are deceptive..

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The Hummingbird

Zips around the Meadow,

Zooming by the other sheep to pick up any sugar she can find.

Never slowing down, and always on the move.

If she doesn't slow down soon,

It might just be the end of her.

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The Worm

Only comes out when it rains.

Otherwise, only hiding underground.

Refusing to involve themselves,

While being perfect bait for others to feast on.

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The Bull

A strong and sturdy bovine,

A social creature, often sticking with the rest of the cattle and herd.

But wave a red flag in front of his eyes,

And it will come charging after it with no regard.

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Season Sterilization

The weather warms the Sheep,

Spring has sprung once more in the Meadow.

As such, the animals have decided to shed their fur or feathers,

Cleansing themselves of their winter coat and belongings.

But my wool skin stays sewed onto my back,

And their trash and treasures become mine.

All to go into my garden.

Where Everything Stays.

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The Otter

This mammal appears sweet and friendly,

Looking out for the animals and holding their hands as they wade the river together.

But don't be fooled.

This carnivorous being is smart, and can crack the toughest shell to reveal what's on the inside,

And devour it completely.

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Tittle Tattle #32

A New Year.

A perennial gathering for the Sheep to partake in festivies and celebration of the past 365 days.

But also a hotpot for the worst of a person to come out.

The Black Cat and the Peacock, an almost unlikely duo, emerge for all to see them.

Showing their vibrant feathers and sleek coat of fur,

Uncaring of the onlookers that observed them.

However, with the Peacock attracting not only the Vulture's attention, but the Harpy Eagle as well...

Blood was bound to be shed.

Tearing away feathers by the bloody quills.

And where, one might think, is the Shepherd through this?

Where is he to commend his Sheep?

Why, of course, he is away in the field with his favorite Lamb.

Both unknowing and uncaring,

They don't deserve to lead the herd.

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thoughts on goats? 🥺

Dear sheep,

You should know better than anyone my thoughts.

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get the fuck out of my cranberries

The cranberry bog is a favorite spot for me to rest and nourish while I watch the Sheep.

So, no.

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What problems is lurking in the shadows solving for you?

Getting a better understanding on what you truly are.

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You come in my room, you take my things.

You post about me, you call me names.

You wanna kiss about this or what?

Has kissing solved problems before?

Or just create more problems than it's worth?

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👀

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Yeah, I don't know if you like me Sometimes I think you might hate me Sometimes I think I might hate you Maybe you just wanna be me You always say, "Let's go out" So we go eat at a restaurant Sometimes it feels a bit awkward 'Cause we don't have much in common

-- let's work it out on the remix?

This poetry is precise in my emotions.

However, working it out, might be near impossible.

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Even you can't see everything.

Maybe not, but there's a grape vine for a reason in the Meadow.

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Tittle Tattle #31

The Sheep gather around in celebration once more despite their prior engagements together.

Spinning the fates, taking turns licking and grooming one another.

Yet, of course, this causes expected tension among suitors.

The Flamingo, growing irritated by the Rat's constant nipping and scratching, jabbed their beak at the vermin.

The Goat bleating helplessly towards them both, the catalyst between them.

Yet the festivities continued, the fates game seemed to favor some sheep more over others.

The Black Cat finding her way slinked between The Mongoose's grizzled fur and The Echidna's itching quills.

The Peacock and The Barn Owl preening and clipping at each other's feathers sensually.

With The Border Collie licking and biting at the Harpy Eagle in heat,

Unknowing that the Vulture was swooping in to tear apart his prey.

All that could stop this debauchery was the rains of reason falling down on all of them.

The Lamb left soaked in misery at the floods on her Meadow.

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WHERE ARE THE ITEMS!?

In my little garden, all for me to cherish and judge.

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The Harpy Eagle

This powerful bird swooped into the Meadow unexpectedly,

Her appearance shocking some of the other sheep and leaving them weary.

Some of the other flock of birds appear uncomfortable seeing the beast,

Her sharps talons ready to hook onto her prey with no regard of decency.

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I know who you are and Im going to prove it

Doubtful, to you, I'm just another sheep.