Dark Sheep

Yes they wore make up, eye liner, black.

Telepathic humans applied it for them, thick.

They had a following, so went their own way.

Got about at night, safety from wolves in numbers.

I herd about a place they frequented in the city.

Part of me was interested, but doubts make sense.

For a human to be sheepish seems somehow silly.

But dogs follow us, why we not another mammal.

So I went, it was a rave, in a warehouse, in Melbourne.

Of all the things we do to be different, this seemed most rediculous.

Yet it was a ball, I felt tall, everyone seemed to know me.

I bought a beer, the music was good, sipped and so on.

The sheep were on all fours, some humans too, they knew how to move.

One was at the mic, couldn’t tell what she said, but felt the vibration.

Had a great night, glad went but felt a bit like a cult.

Later on I ‘liked’ them on facebook, checked out their stuff.

Was a bit of something different in my day to day, translated.

#DarkSheep