Shepherd
He sat down
in there midst and
caress them.
He speaks to them.
Though they don't reply,
they obey.
To the green land,
he leads them.
He gives them water to drink.
When trouble comes,
he defend them.
Like a man defending his life.
When one is missing,
his heart is troubled.
He finds no rest until it is found.
In the evening,
he return then to their pen.
He himself go to find a rest.
poem by Enebeli Ifyprada
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