New Zealand - a sheep's world view

I'm sharing this view with twelve thousand sheep.
I wonder what they make of it?
Do they look up?
Do they see the blanket of blue
which slides down from the snow free fields of Mt Hutt
to slump on the plains of Canterbury?

They laze and sleep and eat and eat
a dot painting of eating machines
increasing their required body weight each day
oblivious to the beauty of their penned lives.

I see a patchwork of fields running amok,
ordered by fencelines and trodden pathways
racing to a horizon of trees ambling beside a wayward creek
and meeting the sky at the appointed place at the appointed time.
I wonder what the sheep see?