Weekend Retreat

Spent a weekend outside
London.
Cut through fields for an
Americano.

Passed some Sheep.
The lambs had names:
81, 82, 83.

They look like Lion
cubs on stilts. Their
steps apprehensive
and Jubilant.

When too close, a mum
Calls them over, stands between
While staring us down.

She’s not going to Tayyabs
but they are.
I’ll suck marrow out
The Lamb legs and wonder
What their number was.