What the Sheep Know The whole flock on State Route 72 near Jackson Road huddles around a large haystack the farmer has just refreshed. They do not remember yesterday, when he marked them or know they have blue or red splotches on bellies or backs. They do not consider his plans to shear them next week. They know that fresh hay is sweet and the breeze foretells a summer storm but there’s a barn if the rain bothers them which it won’t. Not much bothers them— hail or lightning or extreme cold might cause a small panic but they are placid creatures what brains they have busy with important things— hay in front of them sun on their woolly backs lambs frolicking nearby.
Judy A. Johnson’s work has been published in journals and anthologized; her poems have been recorded and broadcast on a local radio station. Johnson works in libraries and educational publishing, mining daily life for poems and essays. She has belonged to a writing group for more than two decades.