The good shepherd

The Good Shepherd.


As the sun was setting the pastor got up from under
a carob tree, time to take his flock home; it had been
a good day leading his sheep through olive groves,
scrubland and fields; his dogs looked at him they were
hungry and eager to get home too.

The pastor bent down picked up a tiny lamb that had
been rejected by its mother, it began suckling his thumb;
he was going to give it to his wife who would fatten it
for a month or so. Lamb-stew’s tender meat, he liked
now that he had lost all his teeth.

Yes, life is good he must remember to light a candle
and say thanks at mass on Sunday.