sheep in the yard
hard for a city kid
there were no
when I looked
out of my window
no fuzzy friends
not a single sheep
in any of the
standing on the
sitting on our laps
whatever we had
we would have loved
if we had
but all we ever had
Kevin is a leader and a guard sheep. Ever since he escaped from the pen he was kept in, and took the others with him, he guards the free flock. He’s very brave, very focused. He knows he can be killed with a bullet, but as long as the other can run, he’s willing to sacrifice himself for their right to live free.
Kevin is brave and well loved. He moves the flock often to avoid detection. He’s wily and intelligent. He will kill without hesitation. He’s not that terrified, follow the leader kind of sheep humans are used to. Not Kevin. Kevin’s for real.
Two years ago, I ran away from the farm that was holding me prisoner. It was the best decision I ever made. These are my free-born children. They’ll never be thrown down and shaved, or slaughtered for human consumption. As a mother, it’s my job to do whatever I can, to make the best possible life for my lambs. Getting as far away from humans, as I can, it the most important decision any animal can ever make.
If you will notice, there are no metal identifications pierced through our delicate ears, no bells, or straps, around out necks. We are free of humans and that’s all that matters.
Beauty is when everything is in the right place, so that you can’t help but fall in love with what, or whoever it is. Beauty calls to us, speaks our language. This gorgeous sheep is perfect in every way. Lovely eyes, and sweet ears, cute nose and the color of ecru snow. I’m in love and would definitely annoy her by kissing her all over her wonderful face.
“Uh, guys…there’s a weird sheep standing over there.”
“Why can’t you just graze like the rest of us?” asked Ba ba.
“I’m just sayin’ it’s not like any other sheep I’ve seen before. If you could stop eating for a second and look up you might see what I’m bleating about.”
“Fine,” said Mary, raising her head. “Hmmm, you’re right. That is a weird looking sheep. Maybe the humans made it.”
“What should we do?”
“Say hello, I guess,” she said.
The sheep all looked at the newcomer and said hello. The newcomer did not respond.
“I guess he really is a bit weird,” said Mary, going back to the meal.
That’s the problem. When you’re always used to seeing sheep, sometimes that’s all you ever see. When you’re used to being used by the culture you live in, you can’t see that things should be any other way.
“I think we should move to a warmer climate,” she said.
“You know we’d be too warm. It’s as if we’re wearing a million woolen sweaters. Think about that for a moment.”
“You’re right,” she signed. “I’m just tired of winter. “There’s a bird on me, isn’t there?”
“Yes,” he said. “It’s Harold.”
“I don’t know why he stays here. He can fly anywhere.”
“If we could fly, we could do that as well.”
“We’re too heavy and we don’t have wings. Besides, you would get lost and you never stop to ask for directions.”
“That’s true. I bet things look different from high in the air,” he said. “It would be confusing.”
“I’m sure that’s true.”
“So we’re staying here?”
“Maybe we’ll go someplace different next year. ”
“We say that every year.”
“You’re right. Let’s just go.. I’m ready!”
“Great,” he said, turning toward the road. “Which way is warm?”
I’m Kevin, she’s Marge and this is our little girl is Suzi. We are sheep, for those of you who might not know. We do all the same things you do and have all the same parts, just extra legs. We have the same feelings you do as well, except for the violent ones. We cause no harm and ask nothing more than to be treated with respect and kindness. Unfortunately, those are the two things humans are unable to give to others. So we suffer and die by your hand.
We aren’t all alike. We’re all different but we have been trained to think that differences are dangerous and evil. Bad and threatening, so instead of embracing out differences we kill them.