Freed Sheep Poem by Josh Alfred

Outside the fence,
A sheep with a wool coat
That hasn't been sheared
In more than a year
Capers the valleys.

It hasn't been seen
By sheep-dog or shepherd
For it knows its boundaries.
It stays a distance away,
Never visiting its sisters,
For it's free and will not
Risk being captured.

Its wool grows thicker
With each passing season
Its eyes soon cover with fluff
So it can't even see things.
Finally it gives, as it feels
Itself toddle and tip.
Running back to the far
By only hearing the snip
Of scissors in the distance.

Though it was free
The sheep forgot the fee
Of being a sheep
With ever-growing fleece.