It had been a cold, damp night, on the hills of Wales
an ewe’s lamb had died.
Now, this late morning,
it was clearing up and getting warmer.

Seeing me
the ewe came running up to the fence bleating,
nothing I could do
apart from telling how sad I was
for its immense loss.

Meaningless words,
but they settled
the ewe that began grazing again.
The hills, were so very lush
and green that day.