Strayed Sheep
They wander,
free range sheep,
Following a breeze,
a wafting scent
Clover…perhaps
More likely the innate call
To roam
In search of themselves.
Freedom,
a dubious destination
As jagged cliffs
O’erlook the crushing surf
Escape
An unknown dream
For wind and tide
And nature
Call them
Home.
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