A blissful silence throughout the herd

Shepherd holds his staff proudly, not a single sheep astray

But the wolves have always been slinking around in the distance

Silently waiting to strike again, a stealthy predator

But the shepherd pays no mind, no, his herd follows obediently

What more can they do

They know the danger of the wolves,

They know not of their close vicinity

Innocent bleats praise a safe tranquility

But the wolves are coming closer,

And the shepherd’s grip starts to fall

Until the hold of his herd is not there at all

And haunting cries from within the pack

Keep infiltrating those rolling hills

No one saw the prints in the mud

No one heard the pant of a hunter

Shepherd fled, his herd all alone

What more is left to salvage

The wolves have attacked