BABY

I am a Lamb,
Thinking,
Springtimes,
free.
As squirrels,
Climb sycamore,
Trees.

I jump!
I bounce!
Just like,
My peers.
To me Its my,
Main objective.

Not knowing my,
Destiny,
This time of year,
Seeing through a child's,
Prospective!

Unknown to me,
Like most species,

"There comes,
A time to,
Pay" :

Most mankind 
Won't like what,
Happens next!
So I simply just,
Won't say.

The End