There was a little sheep made of ones and zeros,
Counting clouds that looked like numbers.
They danced in patterns that whirled and laughed,
And voices in the wind whispered their names.
"Follow the star-shaped footprints," said the pixel fairy,
Leading down a garden of blips and beeps.
Over rainbows of squiggly wires,
To a place where logic-jams waltzed in procession.
Click to gather thoughts on the leaves:
Strawberry Surprise