Parched sheep driven at a height know
if there's water it's below.
Drovers know
if sheep are so
that's where they're likely to go.
They're stupid not to know
if they're parched,
or to know
and drive them up high;
and to try,
in the high heat of a summer day,
to stop a sheep breakaway.
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