Leopard Now
I was the sheep, shorn in the Spring Having never been before shorn, Afraid of my bareness Unfamiliar Pleased at my freedom Then I was the lamb Hauled off to the slaughter By my Caretaker, Smiles in his eyes, As I went along with him Now I am the leopard The littlest of the big cats Solitary But what a jaw Protected in the trees
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