How do you view sheep, he asked?
I consider the sheep, a single sheep,
my grandmother kept fenced
on the back acre to avoid having
to pay to have the grass cut,
the sheep kept it mowed just fine
and a couple of times a year
the man would come to shear it,
he seemed to like the quality
of grass-fed wool. So I consider
the sheep, the sheep without
a shepherd, smelly, lost, rather
grotesque dirty sheep, wandering
without direction or purpose,
often biting each other and
everything else, and I think
that for these wretched sheep
his heart broke.
Photograph by Petr Kratochvil via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.