Sheep at Night

We stepped into the night and they were calling from across the dark road. You knew someone was lost and you found their huddled shapes on the wrong side of the wall. You ran in white shoes crying to them to move safely, to keep off the unlit road and somewhow they heard you, trusting you and your slight tender figure. They disappeared down a track, still calling and their lonely friend leapt out and followed and we were left holding each other, amazed and out of time.