35.       The wayward sheep

When at home in the town of wayward she was a big sheep in a small field

Where as the other sheep had dreams of becoming cardigans, roasts dinners and sleeping aids

She had dreams of becoming a latitude sheep.

She wanted to be spray painted and admired by passing festival goers.

She wanted to amaze these drug fuelled humans as they tripped on pills and mud in their wellies.

One day a man appeared and bundled her into the back of a van

She disappeared never to return to the town of wayward.

I’d like to think she made it to the festival