Red Sky at Night

Red Sky at Night

The gold sun’s vermilion show,

crimson mirrors on sea and sand,

sky’s burning embers all aglow,

painted by a heavenly hand.

Mantra well versed, how can it be,

shepherds euphoric at the sight,

clinging to their strained sanity,

moods flickering with evening’s light.

All weather men, well kent to strife,

superstitious and I know why,

for sheep’s sole ambition in life,

to roll upon their backs and die.