Heaps of Sheeps

I realized my fists were clenched I stretched my fingers to relax Still not sleeping I tried counting sheep One by one Leapt across the fence constructed for them Right to left Across the fence I had constructed Having jumped They refused further direction Each sheep, where it landed Refusing to exit, remained Creating a vast writhing heap Growing fast on the left Try as I might I could not stop them entering Once again Try as they might Not one could leave the stage I realized my fists were clenched I stretched my fingers Each sheep where it landed Refusing to exit, remained Creating a vast writhing heap Growing quickly at one side Try as they might Not one could leave the stage Try as I might I could not stop them entering Once again No longer daring to close my eyes I'm still not sleeping Dark sheeps (darks sheeps) Resumption Resumption I realized my goose was cooked I wondered sheep-shaped on the shore