A small rabbit, hopping
along the verge and under the gate,
into the field of sheep,
visiting the neighbours.

Hair Cut

The cherry tree
has had a hair cut.

Now it looks as forlorn
as a newly shorn sheep.

But when the Spring comes
with its new leaves and blossom
the scars will be forgotten.


Fluffy clouds scud across the sky
like a scattered flock of sheep.
Soon more sheep gather growing fast,
until you cannot tell one sheep from another,
from horizon to horizon they cover
in one vast fluffy flock,

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