The Black Sheep Poem by Uonder Kilkenny

Black Sheep

Always seen in ever he(a) rd
and whose (a) bsence in always preferred

The (first) to be treated (a) bsurd
I heard her cry in every ble(a) t
Moving further towards the back-seat
this poor sheep of black wool

If only she knew how special was she
But being the black one was all she could see
The sheep now be(a) st
Offerred for sweet sacrilege
She slept through the feast

She was dead indeed but her soul knew least

for what was knew, death was long too famil(y) iar
But Why?
For (a) black sheep's cradle was always an (a) ltar.

Copyright @ uonder Ac Kilkenny