The Sea Of Wool Poem by Connor Finn

While drowning in a sea of sheep
a sound broke through thier mindless hymn
I saw a creature sunken deep
and then I saw the creature swim
I swam down to it on a whim
the pressure gave me little pause
I saw through the fabled and grimm
the majesty of fangs and claws

not feasting upon the sixth goat
nor lying to the helpful cranes
not harming homes through aching throat
nor wearing grandmother's remains
who dare cause this creature her pains,
while no victims lay in her jaws?
who would slow it or give it chains,
the majesty of fangs and claws?

this creature was born to howl
the creature will not, cannot bleat
through the day I saw it prowl
the hunter's footwork was not fleet
among the creatures so effete
all problems always have a cause
so whad had managed to defeat
the majesty of fangs and claws?

hidden among the wool and faux,
that travesty of bleets and flaws,
was what the world may never know-
the majesty of fangs and claws.