Friday 17 January 2014

Runt


Small, white and hairless,
Slimy, covered in fluids.
Squeaking and squealing,
Many little needs.

Hopes and dreams of a little goat kid,
Friends and foes with the barnyard kids.
Raised by the hand that feeds you,
In the end, you shall feed the one that has fed you.

To be clothed and fed,
Cleaned, matched and bred.
Born by a sow and work as a hoe,
Grunt little runt, there is no shame it.

Erratic Behaviour







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