Dawn & Dusk

Wandering lamb
Caught in a bush
It strayed into wastelands
In search for food

The thorns pierce
Gash it with sorrow
Every move the lamb makes
Only causes them to burrow

Wolves wait
Shivering with the thrill
There’s no need to attack
If the lamb does not still

But on it struggles
Thrashing about
But yet not a sound
Escapes its mouth

For with one cry
Its Shepherd will come
Leaving the ninety-nine
To search for the one

For He hears its call
Even from miles away
But the lamb stays silent
Set on doing it its own way

For a cry for help
Is also an admission
That it was wrong
And that it should have listened