Little Sheep - Poem by Linda LeBlanc
My chickens are a flock
of miniature sheep,
feathery and rainbow-hued.
Around my lawn they
flutter as they graze,
presenting me a sweet, pastoral view.
Little sheep of black,
of brown, of gray
and white amid the early morning dew;
Little sheep blowing
in waves, upon the wind,
in unison, as if on God's unspoken cue.
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