Landscape with Crippled Sheep and Joystick

The sheep's mother said Uh-oh, no, 
perhaps not understanding that 

a disability isn't equivalent 
to a death sentence. And so 

at the farm they cobbled together 
a wheelchair, really a wagon 

on wheels that it learned to drive,
pushing its nose against the joy-

stick. The grass is always greener,
the clover sweeter, over on the other

side. You can talk to the horses
and the cows in the meadow, cause

a chicken commotion, bask in a grove
where gumballs and chestnuts fall.

Apples dot the field with extravagance.
The softer the flesh, the more easily 

bruised. The sweeter the ripening which 
ripens when it's no longer expected.