Sheep Hosts Silent Retreat, Teaches Inner Baa-Lance Through Guided Grazing and Whispered Wool

Ma arrived with tangled thoughts,
Pa muttered, “Wool heals? Probably not.”
Granny wore robes and spoke no word,
While Lou just followed the herd.
Sheep stood still in morning light,
Eyes closed tight in fleecey white.
“Let’s breathe through hooves, then chew with grace,
And honor each blade’s sacred place.”
They grazed in lines with monk-like calm,
While Sheep hummed hymns of pasture psalms.
Goat tried silence, then headbutt barked,
Rooster sneezed and prayer flags sparked.
Pig journaled all his inner fear,
Preacher whispered, “God’s soft ear.”
City yogis cried in awe,
Bought wool rugs signed “Baa Guru Law.”
Now sheep retreats have waitlist clout,
For quiet minds and mindful snouts.

Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)

Last Updated on January 9, 2022 by Alan Nafzger