Sheep's Lament
18" x 21"
acrylic / canvas

Oh can't he hear the fox's cry
and can't he see its yellow eye
and over there in that cruel night tree
the blood beak'd eagle searches me.

Please tell me that he doesn't doze
and misses the black wolf as it goes
passed the stream with moon glazed teeth
to where I lie in helpless grief.

And there's the lion with feet of death
can't he sense its heartless breath
its coarse red tongue, its sinews strong
if he sleeps I fear it won't be long.

. . . But wait I think he moves his arm
grasps his stick which wards off harm
his eyes are shining like a star
. . . and I am safe and danger far.