A Poem for Shiny Wooloo

The black sheep of the family

But that is not a bad thing.

You dream of blending in,

When you are born to stand out.

You can’t see it now as your lovely

Black and yellow eyes sparkle beneath

the lowly ponds and rivers, but one day

You will see in your reflection that your

Inner beauty will shine through and

Those little insecurities will all fade away

Your black wool will help keep people warm

Your work will keep a farmer’s land healthy

Your interactions with humans young

And old alike will make their day even if

You can’t see it, everything that you do

Brings positivity, so if you ever feel down

and facing the double-edged sword of

anxiety and depression just roll over to me

I don’t have a magic wand, but I will be there for you

Just how you were there for me when I was sad.

The times we’ve had together have made me glad.