Safe
White sheep, you graze February grass,
nip up the weed-fresh forage
without raising heads,
chew gently dreaming in your sunlight,
fearless, because we shepherd you,
stand guard. We fence out all ravening mouths
beyond our own shadows and watch.
The night you sleep and we sleep –
what then?
Copyright © Taylor Graham | Year Posted 2009
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