Ode To My Yellow Sheep

I plucked the tiny flowers
And made the dye.
That stained your wool
Into such a lovely yellow hide. 

Down into the mountain I went
Diamonds and glory sought.
Thinking you and your rose kin
Safe in a pen carefully wrought.

How then blocky friend
Did you come to be.
Perched in the midsts of a lava fall
Terrifying me so thoroughly.

I tried to reach you
My bridge though did fail.
And down into the lava did you fall
Bleating your tiny blocky wail.  

I know you’re only pixels
And rows of 0’s and 1’s.
But watching you disintegrate into ash
Was truly no flipping fun.  

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