Monday 11 November 2019

REFLECTIONS x

The cattle surge in their pen,

Shifting and flowing,

To the roped gate.



Spring has come. The farmer

Senses the ardency

Of their senses.



The gate swings wide.

From the shadows cattle

Trample, bucking



Into the sun.

Its warmth balms the joints

Of their plump bodies.

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