The Ewe
She nestles in pastures long and green.
She chews the cud, looks so serene.
Her lips meet as she rests from her lunch.
She smiles contently and continues to munch.
She tilts back her head and inhales fresh air,
Twitching her ears with a dreamy eyed stare.
No matter the weather, sunshine or cloud,
No matter life's volume, quiet or loud,
Her tranquility glows. Somehow watching her
Brings a calmness to me while she's lying there.
Written 7th March 2022
Copyright © Natasha L Scragg | Year Posted 2022
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