Little Bo Peep lost her sheep,
But I think that I have found him
Buried deep and fast asleep
In the forest, much like a tree limb.
She left him alone. He never came home.
His survival was looking dim.
So, Little Bo Peep had only to weep
When he entered that tree on a whim.
Poor little lamb was caught in a jamb
When the bark enclosed around him.
Forevermore, he’s part of the lore
In the tales of the Brothers Grimm.
I spotted this tree trunk deep in the woods. The imperfections in the bark reminded me of a lamb or a bunny stuck in the tree. So I wrote this little poem that adds to the Little Bo Peep Fairy Tale.
This Poem is an Animated Still.
Animated stills are poems where inanimate objects take on human, animal, or spirit forms, traits, or articles. They are derived from Photographs I have taken, that have moved me to write a poem associated with it.
I am compiling a book of these type of poems. I currently have 28 of them collected.