Helvellyn Sheep

Here's an ode I wrote to the sheep on Helvellyn some years ago. I recalled it when we encountered the similarly thuggish sheep on Fairfield last week ...

Helvellyn Sheep

Baleful fire in their yellow eyes;
Burning bright indeed!
Coleridge would have fled a mile,
Far from where you feed!
At that rocky bench
They came, They saw,
They conquered
My cheese sandwich;
Who was I to argue,
As Their hooves pinned my shoulders
To the wall?
And later,
One bit me -
Bitten, nay, chomped by a Sheep!

O Helvellyn Sheep,
Frightful, wooly, things!