Sheep notes from a floodplain meadow

We have boarded the rowboat
And there is no getting off,
Is it worthwhile-
Above all, will it save our lives?

I write now only because
There is an inner voice in me,
That will not be silenced;
But for our scars and tattered wool,

Peel off the sheep’s clothing
O our enemy!
You terrified and almost barbecued
Our chops, our legs, our shanks.

It is our meadow, but not on a plate,
You came disguised trailing the telltale
Tatter of a laundry tag;
Instead of a baa, you howled;

And then you charged for a bit of blood,
A piece of meat- to what extent did you intend?
Never, never, never will you reach perfection
If you cannot spot another wolf in sheep’s clothing!

Copyright © 11/28/18 lance sheridan®

Sheep notes from a floodplain meadow

19 comments on “Sheep notes from a floodplain meadow

  1. ssfrerking says:

    That was scary but a little funny too. Which came first—the poem or the photo?

  2. harper1852 says:

    Thank you for your kind words about the Nomination

  3. Anna says:

    it will be that at every meeting we make an act of faith and often we notice the disguises when it is too late. But will it be true that we aspire to perfection? I aspire to preserve myself unana. Very deep, really

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