Ode to Beau
Quietly, so quietly you gorge upon our grass.
Silently, so silently the daylight hours pass.
I woke to hear you just past dawn
Sheepishly munching on our lawn.
Like tiny waves your fleece it curls
Tight and springy with lanolin whirls
Your voice is deep and reassuring
Your wise brown eyes are so alluring.
Oh Beau , I’ve spent my whole life counting sheep
Jumping over gates to send me to sleep.
I never thought in my wildest dreams,
My fantasies and hair-brained schemes
That I’d ever receive a genuine sheep -
A real life Merino for me to keep!
Folk wonder why I called you Beau -
I shake my head 'cos I don't know.