You could say a queue at an unopened gate is
the bovine play on saying they’ll wait patiently
until sure th’ message as such failed; or, - and
more probably, their leader finishes chewing a
blissful regurgitation of cud she’d saved for th’
moment to savour; though, no-way are they a
fussy lot & nor will they express chagrin at not
being let thru to presumed greener pastures
Then after their so civil protest they’ll turn and
amble back where they intended to when their
lead Madam remembered gateway!, & veered
off the path; suffice to say, we’re all asked for
forgiveness if offence is rendered, but - & lest
we forget, it is only the gate that surrenders
© 5 Oct 2017, I. D. Carswell
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