networdsbanner mob

Lost Sheep by Jennifer Palmer


To escape the humdrum of life
and other people’s demands
I set off on a vigorous walk
in the heat of the day
The grass is long and overgrown
I take to a well-trodden sheep track
when I spy a solitary ewe
hiding behind a tree
As soon as she sets eyes on me
she dodges around the other side
her shabby fleece trailing behind her
No sign of shearing here  
The day is too hot. I need to rest
and the shade is enticing   
I sit at a respectable distance
to avoid invading her space
There are no other sheep in sight
She is an escapee from the flock
Close but apart, I imagine her content
not lost at all, just like me