Geronimo the Alpaca
I felt healthy and hardy.
TB? None, for sure!
Why the gun to my head?
Does that make you secure?
Sniffing hay-scented air,
I was glad when I saw
my owner each day;
but condemned by your law,
a scapegoat alpaca,
I paid a big price.
As for your cold heart,
try melting its ice.
(Appeared in The New Verse News.)
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