They crossed the borders hidden

among a flock of sheep.

They crossed my defense under

Broad daylight,

Midnight,

Dawn and dusk. 

Everything will be alright, 

He said. 

Father seemed perturbed.

Fidgets, yells at me. 

He never yells at me.

The leader ram in rage,

I follow;

Where can I go?

A green cage,

A white terror,

Nowhere to fly in

A blood-stained sky.

They all left.

Brother sheep, sister sheep,

Lover sheep.

Two steps out there

Lies a grassland,

Red white and blue;

Paradise, 

bug in their eyes. 

Some left, 

The lover sheep,

Young and free.

This sheep takes a step,

Slam,

Cage closed, 

Case closed. 

Everything will be alright,

He said.

My wool is shaved,

One cut, one friend,

One life, one dead. 

Sheep drowned,

Sheep purged,

Sheep took too big a leap

Across the fence.

That one sheep,

One ram,

Back in the cage.

I call him the Icarus sheep. 

Too late now.

The farmer is here. 

Cling, clang,

Serves a dish:

“Russian sheep, 

Now selling cheap.

Free lamb meat for the taking.”

Paper says. 

Everything will be alright,

I said.