Life on the edge...

By bru22

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I have spent all morning searching for jobs. I took a break and went for a drive to the Fettery Shoppe to get some bits for my Mum and stopped to take a picture of this Heilan' Coo. There are heeps of them just behind my parents house. All huddled in the corner of the field looking obliviously thoughtful.
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Highland Cow

The cello slits on her nose release a melodious moo
Her copper pelt is soft as a maidenhair.
Spittle sits in the silly folds of her mouth,
Like seeds of milky dew.

Through the heavy fringe at her eyes
A bovine Boadivea, horned and hairy
She watches me, unblinking,
Turns the rump of her rudder
Snorts and leaves, ponderous as a liner
Slipping out of narrow harbour
The brown Rowe of her tail
Swinging medallions of dung.


Sheena Blackhall

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