The sheep child

 Lygra, Norway, 2012

"I woke, dying, 

 

In the summer sun of the hillside, with my eyes

Far more than human. I saw for a blazing moment   

The great grassy world from both sides,

Man and beast in the round of their need,

And the hill wind stirred in my wool,

My hoof and my hand clasped each other,

I ate my one meal

Of milk, and died

Staring ..."

--from James Dickey, The Sheep Child