The Poddy

Plaintive bleats fall on deaf ears.
Mother ewe has decided,
The strongest of the twin lambs will survive.
We check the paddock with our torches.
We hear the slow movement of hooves.
Some alarmed bleating,
As small families are disturbed.
We catch four shining jewels in the torch light,
Eye shine of mother and babe.
But a small one is alone.
It cries piteously.
On unsteady legs it moves toward us.
A decision.
If it is there on our return,
From our circuit,
Still alone,
We will take her inside.
After our tour we see her,
Pathetic cries tug at our heartstrings.
We have a poddy.