dearest little lamb, _________________________ dearest little lamb, i. i watched the dew on your coat melt in the morning’s hush. the hillside mourns your absence—each petal curling inward, each breeze calling your name. ii. don’t wander too far from the path. the woods are full of song and teeth. iii. they will call you sacrifice, but you are more than the shadow they paint you as. you are the breath before a storm, the blood that sings of spring.