The Shepherds
There’s a lot of standing about
and shouting at dogs.
Meg and I tried it once
with **** young and impetuous,
though trained since a puppy.
December
in the pale sunshine of
Carrig’s fields,
One shepherd, two dogs,
sort and partition
their multi-coloured flock.
**** can’t help himself.
He knows his role
and plays it way back
in the outfield.
Deep extra cover.
Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
The Shepherds
There’s a lot of standing about
and shouting at dogs.
Meg and I tried it once
with **** young and impetuous,
though trained since a puppy.
December
in the pale sunshine of
Carrig’s fields,
One shepherd, two dogs,
sort and partition
their multi-coloured flock.
**** can’t help himself.
He knows his role
and plays it way back
in the outfield.
Deep extra cover.
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