wet mush is pushed from left
to right
giant tongue reaches deep
into a large pink nostril
in the distance a tractor rumbles to life
and excitement fills the meadow
slowly meandering in the general direction
head swaying and bell ringing
still digesting yesterday’s cud
looking forward to fresh alfalfa
or perhaps seeded straw bails ….
a long sustained vocalization
breaks the early morning silence
and three little birds hop on the back
scrambling to find lice or ticks
as breakfast takes on many forms
on the farm in the Fall –