death of a sheep sea surge whispers a requiem for the drowned sheep on Hightown Beach, grey spume and white campion dance in the whipped breezes paying homage to the futile death of the curious wanderer who inhaled brine with her last breath, whose final bleats were heard by no one except the Curlews skipping at the water's edge foraging for insects as the sun-dipped scarlet on the estuary, and God in his Heaven listening for a million sparrows waiting to fall