A poem questioning sheep's consciousness
when they baa to each other?
Noticing the sunset,
and the hues of pink
that brush the sky?
Commenting about how
green the grass is that
covers the fields?
Pointing their heads to
the sky and closing their eyes
when they like the sound
of birds whispering hello?
When they view the underneath
of a bunny tail, are they
convinced their skin is
jumping away?
Do you think they know
my jumper is knitted wool?
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