Undulating road curves run along wild flowering fields near craggy palisades as a stand alone cow cries and frets
Her calf nowhere to be found normally nestled up along her sleek loins chewing cud gazing at fences as grasses chuckle and whisper….you are lost without her
Teats full of milk plump ready to burst along the rocky edge seemingly less content as she sometimes was with suckling calf tugging on a nipple
Along edges of despair worrying her calf cashed in only to suddenly see it come up over clover glen in abandoned spring’s jubilation
No need to worry, your baby’s come home
Turn around
Silly cow
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