No Lost Sheep


And they come,

With intentions of opening me

But I won’t be opened 

And that intrigues them

And they are perplexed 

Having preyed on sheep

Who naively roamed their meadows 

Bleating, “Open me! Open me!”

Now the ‘shepherd’ is confused 

About this one sheep 

Fur, his rod toucheth not, but tough skin 

And he heareth no bleat but his pangs of frustration.

Bowen.E

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