The hurricane was her coroner,
classifying her as dead in the water.
The wind had placed her in an
unreliable witness protection program.
The flooding had buried the ewe,
birthing a lioness.
She had gathered wool for years,
and now pulled it over the eyes
of her hungry captors;
her bleat became a roar.
With her past wiped out by nature,
her future, by nurture, was made possible.