The Sheep

I'm a sheep,
But I'm different
From all the rest.
As you can see,
My fleece is black,
And the others
Don't want me near.

I look the same
As the rest,
But I'm different, also.
For you see,
I much prefer
A different
Kind of grass,
And the others
Don't understand.

But look and see,
The Shepherd has come
Looking for us both
And is calling us
By our names
Telling us
That we are both
Wanted and loved.