Lambs

by joetwo

Early in the spring air

Sun barely rising over the light mist

New-born lambs gambol

Jumping around on wavering legs

Chasing, being chased

Exhilarating in being alive

In the novelty of it all

Until the cold starts to bite

And then it is snuggling close to mother

For some warmth

And some food

Until they are ready to explore again

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