A thunder, rolling, pitches and growls.
The Sheppard, leading, his sheep and fowls.
A precarious steep, crosses and twists;
Escape and evasion, a hunter's grip.
Closer and closer, clouds do come.
The rain and sleet, the coming undone.
Awakening and edgy, the wolf howls.
The bark, the hackles, a fright in the fowls.
Stretching and moving, The Sheppard prepares.
Warming and coughing, ready affairs.
As...
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