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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399254" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sheep-Killer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The sheep farmer's old black collie<br>had a ebony-tipped nose<br>that was turning grey, <br>as the specks on its paws<br>from the years under the elements</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and a fog was hanging on the hill<br>when he undid the chain<br>and the far off bleating of the ewes<br>could be heard from the hill</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the farmer told the dog to gather them in, <br>to round them up and bring them down<br>to the corral<br>and with its normal pace, <br>no hurry in its trot the old hound<br>went off to do its task</div><div style="margin:10px 0">disappearing in the mist, <br>past the paddocks<br>on it's way to the trees<br>and the farmer heard it barking<br>rounding up and gathering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then suddenly the old dog growled, <br>barked, snarled furious, before giving <br>a long drawn out whining howl<br>and then it cried out in pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the ewes were bleating, bleating<br>as if in sheer terror <br>and their bells ringing<br>as if they were running<br>and the farmer got his shotgun, <br>a carton of shells<br>and an old torch</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and went to the hedge calling<br>the dog's name, calling at the sheep<br>and he passed to the trees <br>walking up the ridge of the hillock<br>and only his voice resounded<br>while he kept calling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At one point he saw the broken rails<br>with the footprints of the ewes<br>and the old black collie<br>crawled, in pain dragged her body along<br>and he thought good Lord, what had happened here? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dog was in great pain and bleeding badly<br>ripped open and in his peripheral vision, <br>the farmer saw a shadow moving, <br>coming in with a big limp<br>and he turned to meet it <br>and pulled off both barrels simultaneously<br>shattering the head of a wounded leopard</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and his dog was too far gone to be helped, <br>to be saved <br>and there was great pain in him<br>to do the proper thing, to stops its agony<br>and with trusting dark brown eyes<br>it looked at him, still whimpering</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the farmer took an old.45 pistol from his belt<br>cocked it and tears were in his eyes<br>when he put a bullet through its head<br>and shot it dead<br>and that night he said his things to God, <br>could not close an eye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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had a ebony-tipped nose
that was turning grey, 
as the specks on its paws
from the years under the elements

and a fog was hanging on the hill
when he undid the chain
and the far off bleating of the ewes
could b..."></div>
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