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If We Spoke Sheep If we spoke Sheep (the language), what might be Flocks' message for us? Maybe sheep would say: Wool fleeces are the goods we trade, in free Exchange, for summer pasture, winter hay, Spring shearing (lest we start to overheat), Protective shelter and the watchful eyes Of shepherds, but we trade no right to eat Kebabs composed of lamb, or mutton pies ... Eye contact for us humans with our sheep Speaks volumes though: the silence of their stare Holds disappointment magnified by deep Emotion, since their bargain's so unfair— Except if we agree to only eat Plant products. That is Sheep's unspoken bleat! (First published in the March 2026 issue of Snakeskin) |
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