Tend To Your Flock

Tend to your flock as you see fit
And I will tend to mine.
I know the ways of stealthy thieves
Their thirst for easy prey.
I sleep beside my gentle charges,
Aware of every sound.
No threat, no stealthy low approach
Escapes my watchful gaze.
I know them all by sight and sound,
Count comings and their goings.
I guard them with attentive eyes
And none approach unseen.
I hear your worry and concern
About my carefree ways.
But my business is my own affair
As your’s must be to you.
Sweet pasture grass and fields to roam
Are all they’ll ever need.
So tend to your flock as you see fit
And I will tend to mine.