A red stag standing
on the sheer slopes
of a monarched glen,
looks down on the farm…
A bull
in its ring-nosed shed,
dreams dreams of cows
in hoof-print fields.
A stallion kicks
the stable door, he
wants some mare, some more.
Pigs lie in multi-nippled mud,
hungering life’s swill.
Ducklings float in a flottila
of fluff formation.
A cock heralds morning,
and the gander will goose
given half a chance.
Turkeys gobble gabble, their
already prepared for dinner.
Sheep on surrounding
wet-wool hills, bleat a beat;
the magical heartbeat…
of my land.
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