There are sheep in the folds
And folds in the sheep.
Pressed
But not oppressed
Safe in snuggly sleep
Fitted sheeps
Tucked into corners
To keep them from
Their sheepish fits.
No wrinkle of danger
No cause to be afraid
Rocks with flocks
Hemmed in at every stage
So as not to in crease their chances of wandering straight off the...
page.
Origami walls and ledges
Neatly wrap the outside edges
From the straights
And from the narrows
The sheep all safe from
Slings and arrows
Folded wooly blanket coziness
Enclosed and fully flanked in stoniness
A shelter from unruly wind and cold
As safe as in the days of old.
origami 'mouton' by Beth Johnson
poem and illustration by me
