Baa Yourself!

A cloud grazing upon a hillside. A sheep genuflecting before a tuft of grass. The Curragh spreads itself before me like a legendary saint's cloak. The cloud now visiting the old English graveyard stopping every now & then to read a lichen eaten inscription. The long dead bask in the morning sunshine. The sheep has found another tuft of grass as nice if not nicer than the last one. The cloud has left me alone with my thoughts. 'We remember you... ' the Dead whisper. 'We sheltered you In a broken tomb...' 'So you did...' I tell them '...so you did! ' 'When the rains came... ...you used to come & read to us when studying for your Leaving.' 'I liked to talk to the skies! ' I said. 'You never got to finish North and South...' 'Another time...' I said. The furze burning yellow. 'Your sadness is...hurting us! ' the Dead whisper. I leaving them gazing at an infinity. Their eyes upon the ever changing skies. 'Baa! ' a sheep comments. 'Baa! ' it says again in case I didn't hear it the first time. I almost expected it to say: 'Humbug! ' 'Baa...yourself! ' I tell it.