Grazing by the farm, in deep fright,
Is a sheep so bleak, indolent and woolly;
The shepherd provided him day and night:
A warm place to be, sumptuous grazings and a lovely coterie,
Protected him from rain and light,
From bullies, burglars, and calamity.
The shepherd sheared him as years hit,
Exchanging the wool for a pound and penny.
In Envy of his shepherd earns,
And coveted by a lion’s brawn,
In a lion’s clothing, he pretentiously cons
Living within his league in the barn.
Munching on grass, beans and corns,
Bullying the sheep, the hen and the fawn
Lazing and harassing, harassing and lazing, he acts don,
Life is pleasure, from dawn to dusk and dusk and dawn.
Life is pleasure, for pleasures he seeks:
Transitory, instantly gratifying pleasure.
When the shepherd discerns the creaks
She shall strike to no measure;
Or the lion’s clothing he forsakes,
Notwithstanding the lonely pressures;
Time shall plan, rehearse and witness the breaks-
Spiralling down breaks, or breaks that renews and
replenishes!
- -25 - 27 July 2019
