Friday, June 17, 2011

little i lamb

little i little am
a little dye for a little i lamb

Who dyed this sheep blue as sky?

Sheep come in two colors
Sure the white ones are often dingy
And the black ones gray with wisdom

But who dyed this little ewe blue?

it isn’t dye, says a voice,
the white paint wore off
this is an indigo sheep

There’s no such thing!

says you! The sheep rears up
And climbs the great blue,
Invisible except against clouds
a little i lamb named me

1 comment:

Michelle Ristuccia said...

I'm not terribly fond of the 3rd stanza, but the ending is great