There is tenderness in his face, a gentle curiosity.
We could fill great buckets with his breath -
grassy lungfuls streaming out into the cool air.
Then the noise of my camera spooks him,
and he moves quickly, violently towards the hedgerow,
a skeletal, threadbare veil between us.
Soon there are thirty young bullocks,
jittery, huge, jostling for position,
watching our shadows trail away downhill,
unease hastening our steps.
3 comments:
Contradictory beasts aren't they?
They always seem to be in a field that you HAVE to go through midway through a walk. They are like huge toddlers, a bit scared, a bit curious and very overexcitable!
How perfect...great buckets with his breath- Anyone who has come across cows in a field will appreciate how well you wrote this stone. AND they are like huge toddlers!
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