I Won't Sail With Sheep

On the river bank, they wait like brooding clouds, waiting to rain.

Staring at me with dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul with pain.

They look harmless but I know they want revenge for all of the jumpers.

Even angry at the dog for being a serial humper.

Onto the river we shall go.

As they follow each other as expected, I will go against the flow.

I won't sail with sheep.

I need not them with me to allow myself a soothing sleep.