Settling down softly in a nest of waving prairie grasses the lamb knew not she laid among wolves.
Above her, the carrion
carry on above in searching hunt
with their wingspan death stance
waiting to descend and dive in
to yet another diminshing dinner surprise demise.
There was a time when trust was prevalent and the power of true love lent itself to endless possibilities.
Then, upon falling in love with what was thought to be a rockhard diamond proved nothing more than sand in an hourglass.
Tricked into having faith that no harm would come, the lamb now found herself now to be consumed in one fell swooping gulp by the ravenous wolves.
There were no survivors.
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