The sun shone down
Days, weeks, months
The pond got drier, smaller, smaller
Until its secret was revealed
Bones
Dead sheep bones
Grey and old, like a washed-up shipwreck
How did they get there?
A hungry sheep searching for grass
A step too far
Stuck in the mud
How long have they been hidden?
Nobody knows
There they will stay
Until the rain comes again
And the pond reclaims its secret