The sheep gave birth to an afterbirth only

and in her form as scald crow Badhbh,
the war hag, ate it...

Red-mouthed Badhbh had screeched in my doorway.

I was in trouble.
Cut down to a stump of a pillow,
I was having bad dreams.
The deepest lobes, the most
clenched lobes, were opening.

John Moriarity
Dreamtime