Freedom
The tut-tut-tut of the trumpet.
Can’t you hear me calling, it says.
I am lonely and so afraid, it says.
The lights are out, the supper is cold.
What shall I do without you, lamb?
Now the dogs bark. The horses neigh.
What shall we do without you, lamb?
Was it you running, barefoot, in your night-gown,
down that road, into those woods?
I will kill you when I find you, lamb.
This road is not on the maps.
These trees whose names you don’t know.
My lamb, my white lamb,
will I never find you again?
GloPoWriMo Day 27 - American sonnet
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