Little Desert Prince

There he was at the top of the peak.
To be where he was you can not be meek.
I watch the young sheep from my spot at the
creek. Though my cameras eye was somewhat
unique. I watch him, run, jump, dance and
prance. He was a young prince I could tell
by his stance. The land below would be his
home as far as he could see.
His family was all around teaching him the
way to be. Pure joy radiates as I watched
him posture against the sky. He is oh so
spry. I feel his pure heart, his love of
family, of life, from the creek way below.
Standing so proud, so expectant of the good
life that surrounds him so. I heard his
call "ba baaa, ba baaa, ba baaa".
I knew it meant, look at me, look at me,
look at me.