Like a Sheep


The woods are dark and deep

remain aloof from the whirl

not a sound nor a beep

could be heard in the twirl.

 

The darkness and stillness

send an awe down the spine

could be a cause of denseness

they signal a caution in the line.

 

The random roar  of the lion

the far away chatter of the monkeys

the tweets of birds in the line

added by the bray of donkeys.

 

These tweets and touts  as heard

fall shallow into the wilderness

cross, not the boundaries in a nerd

seem to be insignificant in the  quietness.

 

The woods are dark and deep

as there are nothing to reap

being hard for one to peep

lies as quiet as a sheep.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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