NaPoWrMo 2015 – Day 16 – Today a terzanelle – Skinning the Beast

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Skinning   the   Beast

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Though my mother stood back at the sight

The lamb braced to the hook and raised,

Limp body, hind feet now lifted to a height.

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Young child that I was, I was unfazed.

But mother just could not stand and watch

The lamb braced to the hook and raised.

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As Dad yanked on the rope another notch

And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.

But mother just could not stand and watch.

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So there was Dad, me and the lamb, us three,

While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung

And wrapped the rope tight around the tree.

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Taunt the carcass, work moves up a rung.

Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand

While Dad adjusted the kill as it swung.

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Mother simply does not understand,

That one such as me my farm skills excite.

Begin to skin the beast, warming a hand,

And Father guides me with pride and delight

Benita H. Kape © 17.4.2015

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