They walked along the winding lane
He holding onto her, with love, it seemed.
'Where are we going?', asked she.
'To my house, of course', he assured...
'A lot of food you'll get,
Friends to play with,
Never a worry to wet your eye.'
With a smile and a spring
She frolicked all along the way.
Home they reached, a lovely one...
So much care she was given
She burst at her sides,
So happy she never had been before.
One day, for a walk they went...
'Where are we going now?', asked she.
'Too many questions you ask, dear one,
Do not worry when I'm with you,' he replied.
And on they walked.
Reached....a flight of stairs they met.
'Worry not sweetheart, for I'll carry you'
And so he did up the stairs,
While her eyes swimmed with tears of love.
On a table he laid her,
Petting, pacifying....and said
'Close your eyes, a surprise I have for you,'
Eyes closed, a smile on her lips...she waited
A peek she thought she'll sneak,
In time to see the butcher's knife fall.
With a look that said
 'What did I do wrong?'
The lamb died, innocently confused.
'Sorry', the butcher murmured,
'Better now than later'.
Pity he didn't hear the lamb's soul cry,
'I love you, still.'

-Prats