lambskin

barter with me,

of my body and wool.

shear me down to skin bare,

make a martyr to be.

for you, i wish warmth

use my sheen to its use.

I need not, my own form

its comfort much too profuse.

warm, i keep too.

i must do so for you.

i grow on, my warm wool,

a shear soon to be due.