A flock of sheep,
watched over by shepherd of loving grace.
Who knows their favourite grasses,
and can call them all by name.
Who knows their favourite springs,
and can differentiate each one by their foot steps.
Who knows which dog they listen to the most,
and can pick them from eight fields away.
Who knows which valleys they wish to cross under
and can hear each baa’s unique inflections.
Yet, more than all this,
he longs to know of their dreams,
those deep-set wishes and wants,
where he imagines golden fields
and quiet dogs.
But the sheep themselves,
under stars and blue clouds
dream of woolly androids.
Image found here: http://phw.co.nz/2013/do-asians-dream-of-electric-sheep
NaPoWriMo day 22. We all love Blade Runner.