Sheep

They need to keep those sheep
fenced in. What
a vicious breed.

Look at how that one looks
at you. Locks your gaze.
In a blink he’d leap.

Can’t you see
the hunger and the greed
beneath that woolly exterior?

Wolves in sheep’s clothing
perhaps? Little Bo Peep
wouldn’t stand a chance.

Dead meat!

They’d guffaw
later
about the dirty deed.

I definitely won’t be 
counting them
before I fall asleep.


Vicious