War

Charcoal dark hooves, They sink in the sand And support the weight of wool. The pure beast shakes its head, brays, exposing her buttercup teeth. Her tongue just lolls out, a sweat beneath The scorching hot star. Its holy cotton bodice indents with a click As something new is included. Jutting, marble eyes, they just simply blink. The lamb shakes her head and adjusts to the weight. Gazing up at her master; why does he run? Standing stock still; does an animal wonder? The microscopic pebbles grind and sink with her feet. A click, and a BOOM! An inside-out sheep.