No crook to catch a neck,
the beasts heave in the cool mists of morning;
steam batters out from nostrils
steady,
impatient risers already stretching and strutting.
The lambs are wild without their shepherd,
the lambs are wild and do not care,
the lambs are wild and the lambs are free;
and to break their wildness
is to lessen them.
Shepherdless
