Three-Hoofed Lamb

Laying in the desolate corner of the pen
a little lamb is curled safely beside her mother, 
dreaming of all the vibrant flowers in the eastern
field of the shackled barn further down the hill.

Her mother, huffing softly as she tends to her;
licking the scruff of her fur with a blunt tongue
yet having the softest heart of all the animals. 
She knows the frost will catch the petals and plains.

She could never torment her equinox baby with
the truth so she allows her this short-lived rest
as her three hooves prance in dandelion dreams.
She knows this will be her last peaceful sleep.