only for sheep

Somewhere in Erskineville there’s a flock of colourful sheep but down towards St Peters 3 colourless creatures have turned up under the Coulson St railway bridge, and each day I pass they cause me to contemplate the difference between my existence and theirs.

I haiku’d these thoughts.

faux sheep flat city life
monochrome facsimiles
supplant the real ewe

The Bureau – Only for Sheep  …a little trip back to the 80’s

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