into there...there...
.fitting comfortably
now.
.... indistinguishable, one from the other....a swarm, all fleece and hoovelets, jostling
gently
to coalesce further, become a near-liquid, a curlified fluid.............
speaking.... a single bleat.....a murmer...almost a cooing.....
the
sharper
bark of the herder....a nip here.....another there...
.those
with
tails and bright eyes
are swift
...... and holy.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sheep are such lovely freinds of mankind