Sheep in Shangri-La

In the grasslands of Shangri-La

A sheep approaches

Looking up at

The man standing in front of him

His eyes are strangely focused

There are two young lambs beside him

also stopped, but ready to jump and walk away, like mischievous human children

They looked at me quietly and quietly.

Their eyes are becoming more and more familiar and intimate.

Not far away, a ewe came

Two soft, gentle cries

The family turned and walked away from me.

I watched them go

and looked up at the far side of the meadow.

Large rain clouds drifted in the bright shining sunlight

The falling shadows sprinted across the mountains deep in the meadow

The wind in my ears makes a subtle whistling sound

As if blowing continuously through a non-existent metal wire.