By Cleo Heywood
At the edge of a restaurant, the wet chatter lures
Lambs to the fields nearby.
Gathered in their fluff, they stand and watch the wet lips flopping through the glass,
learning the snarls and snorts of each Diner.
With lust
they mimic the lull of the voices,
lilting their heads,
and before long
sharpening their tongues to speak
Just like these eaters do.
At the edge of a restaurant, the wet chatter
lures lambs
they learn words as diners,
about
Money
Unfairness
Women
and before long
the lambs become diners too
and lull their tongues as loosely
in the night.