Chicago Pastoral

Catching a sunset before I board a commuter train...

At first sign 
of the shepherd sun’s
scarlet lament,
the sheep float 
homeward through 
clear blue pastures,
while even
more sheep are just nodding off,
rolling homeward
in their metal cans.

And wee 
are the sheep,
and the sheep are we,
but ewe are 
something special.