Calf Poems - Poems about Calf

Meredee returned to the house shivering from the cold. I thought you took your woolen scarf, said her Grandma Bold. I did, she said, but her teeth were shaking, her fate sealed. Look here grandma, said her daughter, staring out into the field. Outside was a tiny Scottish calf, with woolen scarf around his neck you see. I had to...

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What is the little calf studying? We asked Farmer Blue. Don’t ask me, his university college is down in Kalamazoo. Always looking in those financial books, unsure why, Says he might wander off to become a corporate guy....

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Calf takes his nap around three, come on by. He likes having a selfie, though I know not why. So, I took a close up, and saw his nostril hair. Calf did not like it, but I did not care....

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On a warm August day we sent Tony out to see his pet. Found them snuggled up asleep. Loud snoring? Oh, you bet! We left them there for a couple of hours enjoying the sight. Two happy babies, enjoying the day, it felt so right....

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Russian calf felt a kinship to the two- legged boy He snuggled up next to him on the old railroad fence The boy reached out and gave the calf a gentle pat They would grow up together, cow and boy Eventually cow and man; still close, forever friends....

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Baby calf takes his bath in the pail no matter what Nearly taking off his chin in an “upper cut” Because his face is too large, and his petootsie is too I can hear him trying to get out, he has a loud moo....

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She kisses away the weariness, Burdens – inklings of the mystery Birthed by her dream, hope Remembered in the evening when The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing Gentle as the soft, dark eyes – bleeding Tenderness The new calf stands, wobbly Trembling – taking each tiny step With quivering legs, long and sturdy, Urging him to begin to live, to risk Falling She licks him over...

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I was a record producer and a star-maker. The call came in on a Tuesday, a deal-breaker. The wife cannot come, but can you sign a calf? I thought I had heard him wrong, but not by half. Did you say calf? I asked the guy named Larry McDad. Yes, he said, she is the most gorgeous one we have...

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a young calf ...

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*** How Lady Learned at Last *** For decades, Lady daydreamed, wanting a full closet, A packed, complete fashionable style: Shoes to hats, to crown the French Bob Of shinny, brunnette tresses above her hazel eyes. There’d be gauzy blouses and Merino, Polo Sweaters in a dozen colors altogether. All the details took hours upon hours of thought, such as The...

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come here baby have a drink have a drink oh wait a second. Mama made a mistake get away get away cannot do this today...

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Their horses seemed to understand the need for silence They stood still as the cowhands searched the terrain Hoping the sound of the lost calf would come in the wind...

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Gentle like the tender touch Of laughter, joy, hope Her eyes are soft, so kind Like a mellow whisper of calm Serene and flowing with warmth She is big, a giant of a girl… Large boned and silent Quiet as the night, just before The raging of a summer storm Pelting rain and winds Bursting across the hills Roaring gales and downpours She is wise, a little...

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Mysticism brought the white calf into our tribal village She had a pre-plotted destiny, which we were aware of Thanks to the wise women and wise men of council fires She chose a young squaw as her own protector The girl’s name was changed by the tribal elders She is now White Buffalo Calf Woman. We recognized immediately that she...

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Walking in the rain I am going out in the gentle summer rain remnants of a storm to feel the drenched cotton fabric of this threadbare shirt cling onto me like a sheath smell the parched earth suck in the season’s first rain Please come with me We will paddle about, cautiously though not to mash too many snails into the grazing lands watch the...

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