The Late Night Wonderlamb Bottle

I originally wrote The Late Night Bottle, but thought this could be misconstrued.

Here's Little Dodd's view of a midsummer evening. It was more golden than the pic, and frankly sharper, but my camera was outclassed.

I call Little Dodd, and hear him scramble out from his sleeping place among the other sheep under the holly tree. Bats whisk around us as I stand holding the bottle.

Somewhere nearby, an owl calls.