The Wanton Shepherd Poem by Janine Ecks

Such waterfalls adorn those crags
Where mountains reach into the clouds.
The wanton shepherd never lags
In luring one to dropp her shrouds,
And trusting, open, nude she'll wade
Into his shallow-deep cascade.
The clouds so shudder, jolted, they
By mountain's shaking. Love is made.

The herd looks on from feet away.
Oh, why has he forsaken them?
But greedy gut will starve to pay;
Their flesh he shall not eat again.
Such sorrow that the herd has moved.
Such sorrow that the shepherd's proved
Unfaithful - see their sin of two?
Such sorrow, but it just won't do.