I haven’t told you yet, but
cupping that gentle curve of a
ewe’s soft chin is serene. She
waits, feeling your fingers,
knowing to remain at peace;
peace that is
always interrupted by her
quick hooves when she
runs back to the flock–
you are not the only one to
experience impatience.
Whether she was
tolerating your affection,
or otherwise:
you held her;
she let you.
Sheep Poem 1
Disturbed Shepherdess 
I love the sensory the sensory tie to her chin
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Thank you! Sheep are odd because as a prey species and don’t touch each other much except to fight. But once they get to know you, they love to be pet, and some of them are like dogs.
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