Ewe

With an impulsive cognizance of the mother instinct In physique and psyche, with her lambs, she's lovingly linked. Her head-butting, as though she looks furious, does not hurt. Her bleat is rhythmic, like a harmonious bass concert. Like a mom lauds her kids, to lambs the ewe show her love. As human spirits, is an ewe's soul, sent from above? Cultures, religions, histories, and theologies praise Of her flesh, blood, and veins, the science artfully portrays Symbol of life that flows from human-divine alertness Isn't there, in an ewe, a unique peacefulness? Harmony of wily innocence and witty shrewdness O ewe! You're a magnum opus of divine fullness.