This poem is a tardy response to The Mag 108 photo prompt.
True Story, mostly:
THE LAMB
Who is the man with the sheep, she asked,
The man with sheep over there?
She stared at the wall by the door to the hall,
Raised a face framed by white wooly hair.
He's holding a lamb in his arms, she said,
But the light is so bright I can't see.
I think he wants me to come to him.
I think he is calling for me.
