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Calving - As Told By Bessie Cow


He comes so faithfully when called,
   our veterinary doctor friend,
to our dear family of cows;
   upon his help, we do depend.

The birthing of our calves amaze
   him more than ever, and it seems
so many of us cows need help
   when labor turns into extremes.

The labor process on the farm
   demands assistance with some births;
with calves too large or feet come first,
   we cannot pass those hefty girths.

With doctor's hands or puller tool,
   to help ease out the stuck fast calf,
it's hit or miss it's born alive;
   the chances surely cut in half.

How sad it is, with long delays,
   some little ones will meet their death;
at last, be pulled out on the hay,
   but cannot raise a single breath.

But when it works, oh what a site!
   Our mama cows, right there to tend
their little ones who know their moms;
   on instant bonding we depend.

Throughout it all, we cows are brave
   and seem to somehow bear the pain.
Sometimes we moo, but otherwise,
   are stoic, calm, endure the strain.
 
How blessed we are to have a vet
   who helps to ease our calving plight.
No matter what, he's always there
   at crack of dawn or through the night.


Sandra M. Haight

~2nd Place~
Contest: Second Chance 2
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Judged: 06/08/2016

~NA~
Contest: Back To The Barnyard
Sponsor: Matt Caliri
Judged: 03/20/2016

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