Short Line Circle

The Old Ewe

Rain on the shed
sizzles like a kettle
beginning to boil.
The old ewe
scrapes crippled hooves
through the dung on the floor.
She begs the mercy
of a bullet in her ear.
A mourning dove
cries once in the rain.

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