Death came to the sheep in time
It was alone and I had warned the farm
I had preyed for its surrender
To not be alone
But no rescuse came and in the morning it was bloated
Why?
Should it have been allowed to see death as a blessing
Or have been allowed to be free of misery
I chastened myself for not doing more
I was just walking by
For two days
And I could not help
That will haunt me
Like the Sheep was also
Haunted
And now no longer
Death came in time
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