Perhaps its a compromise, they wont give in and
walk away while th’ gate is closed, so they’ll wait
chewing their cud, content that I’ve received their
incontrovertible ultimatum, no way I could miss it;
and we negotiate in their terms; claiming they are
the guilty party is my judgemental error - it wasn’t
as if they’d done anything cattle don’t do, when a
fence fails they walk thru to the greener grass …
And there they were on the Creek Road - grazing
in a bovine Eden where opportunity contained no
significant impacts except the occasional vehicle,
which they merely glanced at; okay, so we’d try t’
muster them back to the paddock or they’d stray
further afield - and that’s where it dismally failed
Peaceable as they seem, their determination is to
feed first and with a belly full of grass, cogitate th’
conditions later; in this genre tho that comes last,
so they played footloose and fancy free, ignoring
our pleas they return to the front field: although 8
of 18 complied, now in th’ back field they protest
At the gate saying I’ve denied them same access
as the rest who stayed in a neighbour’s field, and
a kindly compromise thank Heavens, but safe for
the time being: now we’ll need deal with th’ front
fence repairs before we can consider whether th’
matter is at rest and they can all be united again
© 25 October 2017, I. D. Carswell
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