A Cattleman's New Year
There was just the wind
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper
and no other sound.
The cattle were fed and
we were on the way home
when we saw a newborn calf on the ground.
The calf flicked an ear, but stayed
in his spot where his
mother told him to stay
when we had called
with the honk of horn
to come as we threw out the hay.
Now we watched, while the day
had come to its close the sunlight
lengthened and died
the air was filled with a cows low
moan and she ran as her newborn replied.
We sat holding hands as the
evening crept in and the stars
stood out in the sky
sharing that moment, a breathe in time
and a bovine lullabye.
Our New Year unfolded on the prairie
that night with a little black calf
on the ground, the whisper wind
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper
and no other sound.
Copyright © Donna Hatton | Year Posted 2005
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