103. That Day in November

I will always remember
The Day the world ended:
snowy sheep were bleating
all through the night before
and the biggest fear
was what would happen
the next day.
And then
You know –
You know what?
The sun rose
with problems more
intimate
and less
imaginary
than the sheep
bleated for.
And I laughed
with the Dawn –
a new world beginning.