Two horses have taken command of the hill
The main flock of sheep, scattered over the bottom of the field
Hoard together when I appear.
The five badger faced sheep, ranged near the stile,
Two tall rams
Nudge, as if to say
Haven’t you seen the danger in the field,
In wellies on two legs?
And you’re lying here still?
There is a cold wind and perhaps the badgers
Are less afraid.
But now the curious horses are coming down as well.
A sheep trial; flock hard together,
Herded off ;
The sheep dog horses
What am I doing,
Sole deep in clay,
Ankle deep in next year’s beans
Still and pecking in the wind?