Merry Christmas



Sheep in the Winter Night

by Tom Hennen

Inside the barn the sheep were standing, pushed close to one another.  Some were dozing, some had eyes wide open listening in the dark.  Some had no doubt heard of wolves.  They looked weary with all the burdens they had to carry, like being thought of as stupid and cowardly, disliked by cowboys for the way they eat grass about an inch into the dirt, the silly look they have just after shearing, of being one of the symbols of the Christian religion.  In the darkness of the barn their wooly backs were full of light gathered on summer pastures.  Above them their white breath was suspended, while far off in the pine woods, night was deep in silence.  The owl and rabbit were wondering, along with the trees, if the air would soon fill with snowflakes, but the power that moves through the world and makes our hair stand on end was keeping the answer to itself.

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