#2032 - eking and out

 

2032

6.205

24.vii.25

eking and out

sheep’s eye view

 

on mist day, cloud day, bucketing day

on thin spit, in the blinding

sheep all sing

 

its bleat against bleat

who? plural!

 

in hill fleece and sky

the run and tumble

 

a bounce along – so we

by ewe, by ram, by wether

 

and colour up out of a storm

 

knit

bleak, so you’ll say

but we stand it

 

some of us sidetracked

often outfoxed

 

and then there’s Sunday dinner

 

a crook in the fold

 

you might make a religion of this

 

it’s blade by blade, the eking

 

shear me now, else summer

we all

 

rhythm of dale, grass to sway

 

sing down to the shore

and some say ‘sea’

 

we others snore

and whether or not you’re listening

 

 sheep all sing

 

on mist day, cloud day, bucketing day

on thin spit, in the blinding