Little Sheep

My chickens are a flock
of miniature sheep,
feathery and rainbow-hued.

Around my lawn they
flutter as they graze,
presenting me a sweet, pastoral view.

Little sheep of black,
of brown, of gray
and white amid the early morning dew;

Little sheep blowing
in waves, upon the wind,
in unison, as if on God's unspoken cue.

by Linda LeBlanc

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