Animals poem sheep sleep


How do sheep get to sleep?

Do they count you and I?

Jumping fences one by one?

In a warm summer sky,

Do they dream?

Have nightmares too?

Of scary foxes?

Just what do they do?

Or a bloodsoaked butcher?

A’ hungry and a glutton,

With cleaver ready, nice and sharp,

To turn them into mutton…


By Vinny

Middle aged geriatric from Hull, England.Slighty mad but aren't we all?

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