Milking Time

Milking time breaking dawn, the sun slowly rising in the east as early morning mist evaporates, all is quiet and still in the distance, a cow bellows. a cottage door opens and a maid emerges. in her hands the milking stool and pail later she returns to the dairy cows gather at gate black dogs yapping at their heels the milkmaid awaits welcome the warm byre maid rests her head on cow’s flank creamy milk pours forth