My Sheep

 

I killed my sheep!

Brutality was at its peak,

And “The Spirit” was asleep;

She stood tall, knew it was all foul;

With the choked throat, her cry was shrill, 

But not enough to grill my soul;

She looked into my eyes 

Deep, deep, so deep,

Alas! I was such a creep;

She never intended to let me down,

Surrendered to my nasty will

And like a child hid in my gown,

Licked me, hugged me,

And did whisper a text —

“Believe me to be your daughter

When I come to you next.”

Neither barrels of wine

Nor loads of thoughts divine

Have since then brought me any solace;

Neither have my nights been tranquil,

Nor did my mornings ever shine.

Her eyes still stare at me and chase

Whenever the meadow she grazed, I gaze;

I still feel like she is playing

With me hide and seek,

Hiding in my gown or in my heart deep;

Oh God! I killed my sheep!