the good shepherd
sheep at large in city center
unshorn and hungry
packing knives and forks
counting down the days
until january thaw
beat cops in woolen coats
keep them on their toes
tapping night sticks on
frozen sidewalk
nudging them along
nearby sanctuary house
opens its arms
practicing what it preaches
the good shepherd himself
promising warmer days ahead
december two thousand eighteen
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A wonderful Advent poem, John -really like the unshorn sheep and the shepherd with the promise of warmer days.
Thank you very much, Kathleen.