looking through them,
at me here inside
rattling my tin cup
back and forth
clitter-clatter-clikity-clak-clak
shouting, raising a ruckus
and raving about the lost key
buried somewhere out there with you
in the snow and sheep dip and shed wool…
and yet you stand, stare, and bleat
about bearing crosses and binary rules
uncrossable rivers and unforgivable sins…
even in frozen air
the smell of sheep
is pervading everything
Charissa's Grace Notes 
No words.
I love sheep.
Ahh…you cursed above all humans! (giggles, so do I, actually)
I enjoyed that pronouncement very much. Thank you. As for sheep, I love their hairy coats. They make nice sweaters and stuff, and I like that they get to grow it back and run around outdoors. I’m an Aries, by the way, hence the affinity.
AHHHH!!!! GOT IT! We lil Cancers gotta love the aries…you live in such a different space than I!
I just ache when I read this. I hope you know that I’m with you.
i do…never doubting
To steal from Dani – no words….