Llama Life

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Peering outside,

There I saw him.

Sitting up boldly,

As he watched the day grow dim.

 

A breeze blowing slightly,

Squeezing through his hair.

Firm as a tree,

As he continued to stare.

 

The life of a llama,

So simple and sweet.

Chewing on cud,

Giving out no bleat.

 

His name is Johnny,

A good llama is he.

Standing on all fours,

And then walking away from me.

 

Graceful was his walk,

As he continued about.

The still slight breeze,

Blowing through his hair and snout.

-Michael Thacker

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