My Dartmoor series continues with some contented locals.
Shelter beside rocks
grazing in peace without fear
Scotch black-faced ram sheep
shaggy fleece hangs soft and pale
soon they’ll fetch you for the shear.
The lazy poet is as much about words as photography, hence the image is small. You can click to see a larger version if you want. 🙂
Lucid Gypsy 
Wünsche einen schönen sonnigen Tag lieber Gruß Gislinde
I like your poem, especially, “…Scotch black-faced ram sheep / shaggy fleece hangs soft and pale…”
This starts of softly and then…I’m gonna get you. *grins*
“soon they’ll fetch you for the shear.”
Ahhh…..too soon the idyll becomes a nightmare!
Great poem, Gilly!
Short and sweet is how I like it! Thanks for the share the sheep are priceless!
oh this is so sad.
Oh, the beautiful yarn they’ll produce. Lovely tanka ….