Sitting Sheep: Epilogue

The bleating of sheep

Haunts my dreams

Where is the ram?

Where are the lambs?

I long

For the warmth and weight of a sheepdog

Pressed against my back in the bed

I miss the meadow

The smell of the barn

The thump

Of cloven hooves.

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