You can watch the sky
And the wind patterning the grass
And try to understand the ways of sheep
But you’ll get bored
In the end
Or fall asleep.
Wolf! You cry out.
You blow your whistle, ring your bell,
Call the wolf hotline on your mobile phone
And the villagers come.
But there is no wolf.
Later, you try it again.
This time making it sound more urgent.
Come quickly. The wolf has carried off a new-born lamb!
The villagers come.
They are angry. You are sorry
But you know you’ll do it again
Before the long, dreary day is through.
And where the trees meet the slopes
As the evening fades
The wolves are gathering