Sheep and the Cat A cat walks in—he’s sharper far Than sheep that march to slaughter’s bar. He grows well-fed, sleek, satisfied, Self-trusting, watchful, keen inside. He trusts himself in what he eats, In what he drinks, in tricks he meets. The sheep fling wide their doors in trust— For wolves and lies they think are just. And wolves have spun them soothing threads: “No shears, no teeth above your heads. We’ll heal your wounds, we’ll make you strong, We’ll guard your health your whole life long.” But cats can scent the hidden knife, They feel the threat that stalks their life. The sheep know only herd and pen— The stench, the lies, the rule of “when...