Away in the woods I stroll
Scouting and bleeding the scorching sun
Through wild and fierce habitants of the woods
Therein the Lamb I sought lay

Amidst the herds rode wolves
Finely clothed, glaring in suits
Throttling duly in cheers and beams
Fining claws to make a scratch

In crude and crudeless place it lay
Unrefined, yet pure in soul
Beyond the glam of grazing beasts,
The lamb arose, my heart made whole.


Nzubechukwu 🌹