A Lamb to Slaughter

A Lamb to Slaughter

A Poem by James Mckay

I separated myself from the herd
I decided to take my own path
Just from the adventures that I heard
About the good times other have had

I went through the pasture and into the forest
I saw tracks of paw prints and hooves
I could hear the wind play its own chorus
And that's when I heard several wolves

I saw their eyes and slobbering teeth
As their growl got ferociously loud
I looked down at the river beneath
   Hoping that I can swim my escape somehow

I leaped from the ledge and down to the river
The water was cold and the rapids were fast
I made it to the other side but I shivered
But the dangers were over for me at last

I was on my own for the first time in my life
Never did I think it would start off this way
I was sort of lost and soon would come the night
I need to find shelter and pray I see a new day

I found an entrance to an old dark cave
I curled up and closed my eyes after a yawn
Something inside my told me to try and be brave
And then I was awaken at the crack of dawn

Hot on my heels was an angry black bear
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me
He must've tired for he was no longer back there
Where was I now? This can't be my destiny

I was cold, hungry, and lonely; I was scared
A hawk circled the sky above me, like a hunt
A mountain lion was perched on the cliff side there
I suppose it was basking in the midday sun

I dare not disturb it and made my way further
I munched on some grass but I was homesick now
I was cautious and made really safe maneuvers
I was making good time but still feeling down

I ascended hill after hill and I couldn't keep tally
I kept my eyes open for predators and birds
And then there below, down in the valley
I was smiling because I had found my herd

I had so many stories that I could tell them
How the nights were cold and the days were hotter
How everything wasn't always so good and then
It was really like leading a lamb to slaughter!

by: James W. Mckay
June 8, 2023

© 2023 James Mckay


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James Mckay
James Mckay

San Antonio, TX



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Tx! Hello my name is James and I'm 46. I began writing at an early age and I'm sure most of our poetry started with "Roses are Red", etc. I'm not sure where my love or desire for poetry came from .. more..