Covid lockdown 2020 gave plenty of time to take daily walks, reflect. This one came out of watching the lambs on Kelston Roundhill, Bath.
Easter Lambs
bleating, running, skipping on the hillside
In the evening sun
Resting, racing, returning
To the mother lode
Nourishment, new life begun
In that moment, that very moment sublime pastoral scene,
birds singing, cattle lowing, myriad shades of green
my heart lifts, gives thanks and laughs out loud;
But now 5,15,21 come in, your time is up,
for you no sons or daughters
And reflecting on another hillside,
A lamb that went to slaughter
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