The Sheep Who Stands Alone
Being a sheep is a wondrous thing.
Never alone, always with a crowd.
One follows sheep rules all day long.
But this sheep alone,stands in fright.
Oh, winter's coming!
There will be cold blight and nights.
The other sheep turn their hindquarters
on her.
After all, she had the unabashed nerve,
to listen to her own heart's inner murmur.
10/15/2020
Opus#2
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2020
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