I have an affinity with sheep.
We look at one another and
recognise early signs of friendship.
They bear me no grudge and
I walk through their fields with
no desire to eat any of their grass.
I look on them fondly and try to
understand their four-square
personalities. We never speak
Friends don’t need to converse
I find. We’re mindful of each others
need for peace and not holding
the eye too long or persisting in
knowing intimate details of our
lives, our habits or destinations
We’ve grown a measure of trust
and tolerance that is definitely
more than indifference
I assure you I have no problems
with the musty warm droppings
sheep scatter. Their shaggy coats
do not offend me and I sympathise
when they are shorn. I do at least
have more control over my clothing
And I’ve noticed something beyond
their acceptance of my presence.
I think a few of them like me – and I them.