Welsh Lambs

Out on the hills of Snowdonia

windswept and  wild eating where

all sorts of wonderful herbage and fruits

are growing with so much to spare

we stay in small groups always searching

for all sorts of food that’s around

high up and low down, at the side of the roads

thats where we want to be found

under the oaks peppered with acorns

bilberries low on the ground

grasses for chewing

it’s what we are doing

where all sorts of herbs can be found

It’s really great to be  chatting

high on the slopes everyday

catching the humans driving their vehicles

many too  fast,   it’s their way

some of them are very selfish

with friends on the road often to

being aware of the danger

but honestly wondering who

we are out for our stints in all  weathers

wintry,  bleak as  can be

chilled out and feeling uncomfortable

but I myself under a tree

for shelter, despite  all that frost, handing fast

we huddle together and feel

better for really the company

life on the mountains is real

and sometimes our times up

and collected we be

off to the market

to the slaughterhouse, we

shudder and shiver angry and sad

knowing it’s a one way ticket

So bad

Quiet a few trips to the farms

and back out

to the mountains

apparently we

have not lost our tails

so nothing else fails

Getting lost on the mountains

we be

climbing up higher

away from the herd

secluded in so many ways it occurred

that we two

apparently don’t have to die

that’s if we stay on the high ground

closer to the sky.

Inspired by some lambs that were transported recently by the big orange lorry

to the slaughterhouse their bleating  were heard by

in Dongellau by the EURO SPA  shop

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