Dogs grinning at the lamb naked in the city lights.
His cheeks flush a vibrant red and he looks
but he doesn’t find a gate in sight.
The ancient stone wall was fallen
when he reached it to find his woolly clothes.
And the lions still drink in their glass towers
while the steeples rob the sky
of its blushing, morning rose.



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