They entered through a small break in the fence and immediately the feeling in the air changed.
Someone else was there. Or was it something else?
There was another presence and they all felt it.
But no one mentioned the strange feeling, and they all began to walk just as they would any other night.


They were little lambs.
Cattle.
sweet, innocent little lambs.

Good for the taking.
Good for the chase. For the fun of the chase.
Good for the aim.
Good for the shot.

Good for the blood.


*And they had no idea.*

It's just another trip to the heavens.