It is my favourite time of year,
The lambing season I hold so dear.
They think their flock is so secure,
Not when I'm around and oh so near.
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Wonderful poem about Mr Wolf Shaun with a strong sense of 'nature as red in tooth and claw' coined by Tennyson. I love the way you have personified Mr Wolf so that we readers are able to access his inner most thoughts....intriguing ending. It's definitely a 'travel without a sound' inspired ten from me!
Don't suppose it's worse than a lamb chops. Chopping poem dear son.
Thanks Dominic glad you enjoyed reading it and for your most kind comment. Take care and thanks again.