The Shepherd

via pexel

Brown, Blue, Black
There are so many to track
A few hundreds
Herding them from the back

Some are silent
Some are weak
Some are tender
Some are sleek

I conjoin them
Sewing a fabric
I bleach them
Making the fabric clean

My thoughts as if the sheep
My mind as if the field
My senses as if the feed
Me as if the shepherd