bLacK sHeeP

i am the sheep
the only reason with the rest
but the colour is what
makes all the obvious
even the dog is considered as one
but the black was shown never

the last one to return
always got the cold
knowing nothing
maybe that's the why

the black got many
and so thought of the one
craving for the sheppard
but the dog gets the scrub

the hard below shall move
around the field,still
giving what is can
leaving all till scraps
as long as the eyes
always shows an "n"



i juz thought bout this poem
but somehow..
it feels weird,,,......