The Tree

Hey, guys! Hello! Where did everybody go?
The light last night went out, but now I am confused.
When I woke up yesterday, I found green fields and sheep.
Today, well I don't know, I guess, nothing.

I'm hearing things too, well sheep to be precise,
They aren't there, really, they're not
It was so windy I have no leaves,
They've vanished with the sheep.

I can, at least, see the birds until they fly away
Then, like fairy dust, they too disappear.
I'm also talking to myself; I usually talk to the sheep
But, they've gone, or have they?

Maybe someone moved me in the night,
What else is the answer; it's the sheep,
I've been stolen by sheep, save me take me back.
I've been tree-napped, or sheep-napped, not entirely sure.

Hey! Look in the sky, a shiny spot getting bigger.
We're being invaded; the sheep are taking me away...
Or, maybe my mind's on overdrive
The squirrel's looking at me funny.

I look back at the quirky quizzical squirrel,
I am clever; well maybe, I live next to an oak tree.
I wonder! Maybe it wasn't the sheep after all,
Something I remember, Mist! Panic over!