Lambing Time

LAMBING TIME

In a fall of mucous and blood
comes the new lamb
to be licked by the ewe
too white for the dirty world,
startled, amazed,
staggering under mother –
her belly an intimate,
familiar sky.
Then a further shock;
other shaky legs and tails
in the fells and dells,
seeing himself multiplied,
becoming a flock.

 

Julian O’Dea

3 responses to this post.

  1. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on March 8, 2020 at 6:23 am

    Until I read your poem, I hadn’t realized how much of a surprise life is for the new born.

    Reply

  2. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on March 18, 2020 at 4:43 pm

    French brunettes!

    Reply

  3. Posted by fuzziewuzziebear on April 1, 2020 at 9:18 am

    The first time that I posted this video, it was a hit with people from New Zealand. I think the speaker was the mayor of Auckland. Sheep get very talkative in the early evening.

    Reply

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