A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about Sheepdogs, a thread started by reading a poem about them. Of course, oops, there was no link to the poem that inspired the thoughts.
The poems’ author, Russ Vaughn, sent it to me:
Most humans truly are like sheep
Wanting nothing more than peace to keep
To graze, grow fat and raise their young,
Sweet taste of clover on the tongue.
Their lives serene upon Life’s farm,
They sense no threat nor fear no harm.
On verdant meadows, they forage free
With naught to fear, with naught to flee.
They pay their sheepdogs little heed
For there is no threat; there is no need.