A little miracle

[just mercedes]

 
We chased the holy lamb of god
all around the paddock.
 
God was really good at running away
and changing direction.
 
His voice wasn’t what we’d expected.
He had pink lips, kiss curls all over
and his bum was dirty.
 
We tied him to the fence under the pines
with a bit of string while we went home
for a bucket and scrubbing brush
 
but we had to have lunch first
and when we came back
god had vanished.