A flock of timid sheep skirt the hills and keep to valleys preferring man-made pens to being chased by wolves nor do they stop multiplying until they fill someone's gut food for men from head to tail chomp chomp till nothing's left | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF GRANT by AMBROSE BIERCE THE WATER MILL by SARAH DOUDNEY TROILUS AND CRESSIDA: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN CASABIANCA by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS AN ELEGIE, OR FRIENDS PASSION, FOR HIS ASTROPHILL by MATTHEW ROYDEN |