The Lonely Sheep By Nuria
He was a shaggy, amber coloured sheep, badly in need of shearing. Alone in a large field – pacing up and down like a lion in a cage. His friend long gone. He was happy when a mob of Kangaroo came to visit and he grazed with them. Tried to follow when they left and then was alone again. We did Tai Chi outside, watching him, as he stood stock still watching us. He had been hand-reared we think, but wary now of strangers. When approached he would stamp his little hoof and back away, but then came closer, until I could pat his woolly head and touch his little hard horns. He is part of all of us and so we longed for him to have company, a Friend. Paul told how the ram had put his cheek against his, and how he had kissed him on the head.
Page 4 Spirit Matters Volume 20 Issue 2 June 2016