Dommy

By Michael James Mead

Dommy was a little sheep, raised for his wool. He's not like the little lambs 'cause Dommy's got no soul. Down in the meadow there's been a homicide. The sheepdogs have not been found and we don't think there alive. Down in the meadow, it'll be quieter tonight. And you know that Dommy was the only one to survive. When a sheep puts on wolves' clothing and stays out late at night, you can be sure this sheep's been shorn one too many times. When a sheep puts on wolves' clothing and strays into the night, there's nothing more than a mind that's warped from violence all his life. And blood will flow, and stain their wool. Through dying eyes he saw escape from this world. And no one knows where Dommy will go. All we're sure is that he's lost control. © Michael James Mead