Charcoal dark hooves, They sink in the sand
And support the weight of wool.
The pure beast shakes its head, brays,
exposing her buttercup teeth.

Her tongue just lolls out, a sweat beneath
The scorching hot star.

Its holy cotton bodice indents with a click
As something new is included.

Jutting, marble eyes, they just simply blink.
The lamb shakes her head and adjusts to the weight.

Gazing up at her master; why does he run?
Standing stock still; does an animal wonder?
The microscopic pebbles grind and sink with her feet.

A click, and a BOOM!
An inside-out sheep.