Sheep wander wobbly
through a marsh.
Wandering when they
should be fleeing,
the blind flock
makes its way
to a destination
unknown. Dreams,
the wandering
sheep making their
way from the unconscious
through the conscious.
A peaceful walk
through a marsh,
or a nightmare?
A wolf in
sheep’s clothing.

By Dashiell, 10th grade

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