Sheep Fear
Sheep Fear
Look, he said.
That sheep is eyeing us as if we were grass.
The sheep means to eat us?
Is this because I shouted ‘mint sauce?’
Observe it’s rolling eye,
It’s incisorous maw.
Oh, pshah!
How dare you try and give me Sheep Fear!
I’m a reasonable man…
But Sheep Fear?
If it was a Jersey or a Friesan mark you,
I’ll admit I’d be legitimately terrified
- no country man, me.
But a Southdown Sheep?
What kind of a man are you
To try and lead me on with Sheep Fear?
Mind you…
Doesn’t it stare?
Stares and gazes.
Gazes and stares at us as we trepidate by.
It doesn’t move either does it?
No.
Oh hush now! You’re giving me Sheep Fear!
We skirt a path around.
Unlike all the other sheep this sheep
Does not gambol, scatter or trip pell-mell.
Not moving.
As still as the year’s first hot air.
As still as the dead lamb it stands over.