The Lambs Have Lost Their Tails

All the lambs have lost their tails

and don't know what to do.

So they run and frolic all about

to the amusement of me and you.

racing lambs

Then they take a little rest

to nap, to drink, or nibble grass.

And suddenly they're off again.

They leap and race en masse.

All too soon the lambs grow up

to have babies of their own.

And so the cycle starts again.

The seeds of life are sown.

newly tailless butts










pretty tails all in a row

I found the last of the lamb's tails in the pen the other day. It kind of seems a shame not to do anything with them. I've been thinking of maybe marketing them with a game and calling it "Pin the Tail on the Lamb". No, actually I'm just kidding. I threw them away after I took this picture.

PS-My apologies for the bad poetry! Be ready for more in the future!