The young shepherd cried
His body was shaking and his eyes were wide.
The townspeople came, swift and alert
"Wolf? Where?! Are you hurt?!"
A moment, he took, to respond to the panic.
With the focus on him, he suddenly grew scared
But he held his ground as he turned and declared
"There!" The shepherd pointed to his sheep
Close, it laid, quiet and asleep
The townspeople fell silent, their doubt gigantic.
Embarrassed, the shepherd grinned ear to ear
And forced out a laugh, his feelings unclear
Away, the people went, leaving disappointment behind
Alone, he was left, with the sheep mistaken for kind
Again the shepherd cried
The people came in a hurry, weapons held high
Again he blamed the sheep for his outburst
And sweared and sweared that it wasn't rehearsed
The townspeople couldn't believe the antic.
They left in a hurry, filled with anger and contempt
Too quick to notice how his state was unkempt
The young shepherd laughed away till sunrise
And told himself he was only telling lies
And so the shepherd no longer cried
His body was stiff and his eyes had dried
Nobody came, not swift or alert
Nobody came, to see that he was hurt
By the wolf they all saw as a sheep
By the one who had made him weep.