A SHEPHERD KNOWS THE SHEPHERD
At dusk, the weather goes head over heals.
The Shepherd with the herds in the lonely home, singing praises of what nature gives.
He says, "may there be no wolves in this land"... the weather awakens at mourn.
The sheep buoys-up the Shepherd with sparkling eyes & orates, "my lord Shepherd, may there be no wolves in this land".
Though Fauna have a yen for a marine song.
But the solitary Shepherd counting the sheep,
with his crook, calling each by name -
the blind man steers his fellow blinds.
The loneliness of a Shepherd gives life to the beast.
A Shepherd learns the rope more from the stray sheep.
When Sunset glows in with its habitual colour,
the watchful dog draws back home with the sheep at eventide.
But by & by to set foot in the lonely home,
a wolf floats on the ocean of blood...
The Shepherd orates, "the Lord is our Shepherd!".
©️AJAO ABDULQOWIYY
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