FeelineĀ 

And nobody mourned her death

Except for a single white rose that bobbed in the wind

And from the corner of my eye reminded me of her return in the morning

Soft and cautious on the gravel

Her miaow catching the wind

Her little soul my only companion on many a rainy day.

(C) Slumpless

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Lamb of Sod

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I bleated to the sky

I am a lamb in the wind on the hill

The clouds have darkened and there is a storm

Oh who will keep me warm?

Do you not have wool child?

Make use of it.

Soon it will be mild

And the best of you will be used to heat others.

No not your brothers.

Those that will eat you to bone.

And leave you all alone.

Today enjoy your heat

For tomorrow you will be meat.

(c) Slumpless