I see a sheep
timid and tired
with it a goat
foolish and blurred
led by a herdsman
fragile and frightened
cross through the land
bumpy and rugged
the weather is cold
snowy with a blizzard
all three walk ahead
stuttering and scared
all in a way the sheep cries
the goat chuckles and mutters
the man whistles and guffaws
the group goes past
the hill in great spirit
being a travel less known.
Meenas Poems 