After lookin' at your pix on the ranch thread, it reminded me of the morning when I went out to feed and it was foggy. This is what I wrote when I got back home.
Comprehension
Like ghosts they materialize
Appearing through the fog to get their feed
Shuffling so carefully over the ice
Conditions dictate their speed
With shaggy, unkempt hair
Hipjoints jutting from rail thin back
Swinging, swaying, udders look like
Old gloves hanging from a rack
Steam swirls up from their nostrils
Only to vanish in the clinging mist
They drop their heads down to reach the feed
This is our daily tryst
I wonder if they think I’m a god
I provide for them from their birth to the grave
Then I’m hit with sudden, awestruck realization
To them, I’m merely a slave
:wink:
Comprehension
Like ghosts they materialize
Appearing through the fog to get their feed
Shuffling so carefully over the ice
Conditions dictate their speed
With shaggy, unkempt hair
Hipjoints jutting from rail thin back
Swinging, swaying, udders look like
Old gloves hanging from a rack
Steam swirls up from their nostrils
Only to vanish in the clinging mist
They drop their heads down to reach the feed
This is our daily tryst
I wonder if they think I’m a god
I provide for them from their birth to the grave
Then I’m hit with sudden, awestruck realization
To them, I’m merely a slave
:wink: