” Big Horned Sheep on a Patterned Stone”

Across a substantial aggregate plane

a sheep lingers, separate from herd.

He walks far and wide, traverses stone and grit.

Compare- – Our life’s easy, conversely un-spurred

This beast on his travel with end out of sight.

Would if he numbered the grooves under his hoofs.

I think a fortunate thing to not have that right.

For lost in one’s thoughts is a troubled plight.

Nature does generate much to concern

but disquietude of our pride filled yearn,

reserved all that hope for thoughtful reflection

when on personage landed boundless procrastination

Post this bemuse. At glance, it’s quite unique.

Still, by time I’ve hit send or before your next blink,

the social impress gives way to a dress,

Could it be grey, or maybe light pink?

Consider your impact. Please, be our proponent.

Every artist strives to capture a moment.

Ideation creation is noble indeed.

Please, purchase our art; that’s what we need.

This beautiful portrait, presented just so

is witness that you should stop and say: “Oh!”

Don’t post it, or like it, don’t chat it, or tock it.

Remember the artist with lint in their pocket?

The compose they froze of the sheep in their shutter

Is evidence ‘twas’nt encountered by anyone other.

Colors precise; without slipshod or dash,

determined by chance, patience, sans flash

ISO at 320, and choice depth of field

Tripod wrest tight stands firm, forsakes yield.

Open shut in an instant, shows talent pristine To capture said sheep like we’ve never seen.