You stare as the fence silently pulses, ready to shock curious sheep away. The pulse gives them time to retreat, to let go. If the power was continuous, you and the sheep would be stuck, glued to the ... [+]
The dull whirling sphere dances off
Until struck by the inquisitive hand
To reveal a bright silver face.
The following test, it wobbles back
Into motion until prodded tenderly
To reveal a fine monument.
The researcher, scoffing, remarks,
"I could have sworn
the coin bore the image
of a man's face.
How could I have been
so mistaken?"
Scribbling, locking it away relieved,
He publishes his discovery.
Until struck by the inquisitive hand
To reveal a bright silver face.
The following test, it wobbles back
Into motion until prodded tenderly
To reveal a fine monument.
The researcher, scoffing, remarks,
"I could have sworn
the coin bore the image
of a man's face.
How could I have been
so mistaken?"
Scribbling, locking it away relieved,
He publishes his discovery.