Shepherds

Outside of outside
No further place to go
None to return from

Not alone
She is found most often in a crowd
Earrings are her thing

From another planet
To land on her
What you would see first

So the angels hang out on the edges
Found everywhere
Yet always there

Who left in some ways
They claim there title
Who would deny them

Herds and flocks they come in
To me they look all around her
One concern one time

Some will never be clean
Others are dirty
More by defenition

What would you do as an angel?
Who would listen to you?