THE BARDIC SHEEPDOG’S PRAYER

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A BARDIC SHEEPDOG’S PRAYER

 

I’m tired than an old sheep dog

 

misguiding, then guiding, then patted

 

for getting the herd behind the rustic gates.

 

This bucolic melody drifting like autumnal

 

sycamore leaves,  but the haggard dog

 

follows them endlessly not caring where.

 

My fur gets snarled, encrusted from

 

the meandering journey nowhere,

 

perhaps this nowhere is a place to be.

 

There’s restfulness infused with restlessness.

 

A breeze finally moisturises my fur so

 

penetratingly, bringing clarity in all my pores.

 

So what does clarity bring to a feckless canine?

 

Well it delivers a benevolent twisted prayer

 

which spreads laughing daffodils all over the hills.

 

This critter still believes that a curve ball of fate

 

will still horrific conflict down to its knees or what

 

good is it to imagine blimey otherwise? Amen

 

 

 

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