Paper Sheep

You make those paper sheep,

Keep jumping that same fence,

Sometimes they fall,

Getting splinters in their paper wool.

They do as you bid,

Jumping, jumping, jumping.

Sometimes they think,

A forbidden sin.

They see that respected cow,

Jump over that glass moon.

To be the cow,

Is a distant dream.

But what if that cow falls,

And lands on the only thing,

That gives light to the darkness?

Then the moon would shatter,

Shards raining and stabbing the ground.

Those paper sheep would bleed,

Bleed their crimson paper blood,

And it would all be,

The cow’s fault,

Because pigs don’t fly.

A/N: ummmmmmm yeah ok…. I wrote this in and for Creative Writing… how bad does it suck? Hopefully not much because I love it! Please review and tell me!