The summer breeze waved his gray hair,
far ahead, locked in his gaze stood the herd, munching the greenest grass.
He bends down to the sound at his feet,
and found the smallest of his fleet.
He sat the fluffy sheep on his lap and
caressed his neck with a heavy heart.
Its fierce blue eyes fixed on him.
So much of peace it said,
The sunset to end the day, he walked them to the haven and counted the last.
Sleep he said, for tomorrow we part.
He stropped his knife with a sigh, for tomorrow we part.