Seven Sheep
Seven sheep escaped their fate
En route to getting killed.
Perhaps they sensed their hopes and dreams
Would never be fulfilled.
So off the truck they bolted
And through neighborhoods they tore,
Where several of them ended up
Outside a mattress store.
It’s possible the customers,
In search of cozy sleep,
Might have thought it was a gimmick –
Being able to count sheep.
The police arrived, the sheep were caught
And no one suffered harm,
But best of all, those seven sheep
Will now live on a farm.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2023
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