People - Peacocks and Sheep
Once I dreamed that I talked to a sheep,
Articulate, sensible, but surely not deep?
So keeping on safe ground, I mentioned the weather.
Then the ovine reaction shook me altogether.
In the blink of an eye he had phoned up the Met,
And gave me a rundown of what we might get.
The peacocks, contrasting the sheep's modest ways,
Pushed into my dream in a subsequent phase.
They boasted the notion they were best of all.
With that self-centred pride they were bound to fall.
People, of course, may be seen as each kind -
But no special gender had entered my mind.
