If we spoke Sheep (the language), what might be
Flocks' message for us? Maybe sheep would say:
Wool fleeces are the goods we trade, in free
Exchange, for summer pasture, winter hay,
Spring shearing (lest we start to overheat),
Protective shelter and the watchful eyes
Of shepherds, but we trade no right to eat
Kebabs composed of lamb, or mutton pies ..
Eye contact for us humans with our sheep
Speaks volumes though: the silence of their stare
Holds disappointment magnified by deep
Emotion, since their bargain's so unfair—
Except if we agree to only eat
Plant products. That is Sheep's unspoken bleat!
Mike Mesterton-Gibbons
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