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The Miracle of Marshside Lea -Part 2-
The strange sheep frowned, 'I have come down, to raise you all on high.
Increase your worth from mundane earth to blue unfettered sky!'
The sheep alarmed, were less than calmed, they gathered in a bunch
Lest they be raised, from where they grazed, too far above their lunch
They did not care for beasts of air, those simple beasts of field
And likewise not to leave their lot, nor one grass blade to yield
'You foolish few, you could be new recruited Lambs of God!'
The foolish few, reformed anew, into a woolly squad
And with a bleat,the mob complete rushed mad into the tree
Enough to rock the tree with shock into the canopy
The trunk below stood firm, although, the higher branches shivered
The strange sheep glanced with looks askance as all about it quivered
Its four hooves slipped, his unsure grip upon the perch fell loose
Down from the tree, the flock could see, the wings were not much use
Brought down to earth, the prophet's worth seemed lesser than before
The saintly glow dulled down below when perched upon a floor
Now not so high to the ovine eye the woolly wretch appeared
Lowly, forlorn, and badly shorn and short and seemed afeared
Sheep are simple in their ways
With intellect unblessed
When they cast up their sheeply gaze
They tend to be impressed
For what is higher than a sheep
Maybe deserves renown
But lower things are in their keep
And seen by looking down.
Looking up, the tarnished tup, beheld a flustered flock
His strange foray confused their day - he feared a mood amok,
Found through the fray, a way away, and hooved it through the dust
Wool wits agape at his escape, the flock were left nonplussed
The woolly wight pursued its flight towards the setting sun
Its wings were clearly useless things when fleeing need be done
They lay concealed as, ‘cross the field, it leapt a further fence
The sheep were caught in shallow thoughts that failed to render sense
Sheep do not puzzle long on stuff
However odd it seems
One puzzled thought is quite enough
To upset woolly dreams
And so the strangeness that had passed
Without a why, or what
In woolly minds could not long last
And soon was just forgot.