Munch 21 Wednesday Feb 2018 Posted by Bill Bisgood in ., Blogs I Like, Haiku, nature, poem, Poetry, weather ≈ 7 Comments Tagsbucolic, haiku, meadow, morning, peace, petry, poem, sheep, silence Before sun rises shadows move across meadow sounds of sheep, munching Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
The Write Idea 
If I recall rightly, a slightly irritating sound when sleeping under canvass.
Never take a sheep camping.
I try not to, but the family insist.
I was g.oing to say ‘too baaed’, but resisted
Hah!
This reminds me of a time at summer camp when we were sleeping under the stars in a field. It was empty when we closed our eyes but in the morning we were greeted by a herd of cows having breakfast.
At least there was fresh milk, scarey I imagine.