Stray Sheep
Bleating, kicking and screaming,
it came into the world.
Its eyes mirrored the golden sun;
Its fleece fair like creamy clouds.

From afar, a danger lurked in the tall knives of green,
gray and ominous like thunderclouds in the horizon,
it spied on the lamb, mouth watering like thirsting Tantalus.
A guise it conceived, made to deceive.
Once the lamb left the flock,
chasing after a fluttering will o' the wisp,
it approached its oblivious meal.

Alas, it was too late,
when the lamb realized it wasn't a black sheep.
Dark claws raked her thick coat,
causing tufts of white to fall apart
like the unpetaling of flowers.
She managed to run away,
but she would never be the same again.

Her fleece had darkened where the wolf touched;
eyes impured by the predator's bloodlust.
She'd left behind her innocence -
torn to shreds by the ravenous wolf.

Author's Note: The theme was "sheep". And I had to make a Catcher in the Rye reference.