Before we left the small-holding at Fairdown we sold our precious Dexters, and remembered the other animals we’d lost.  A pretty sad time.  This is just something I wrote then.

for Muppet and Harry – and the calves we left behind

Shades of cows
Roam the paddocks
Through the churned up mud
Looking for past hay-piles
breathing heavily
Hester seeking the little red one
We fought for.

Sometimes a smaller shade
Stubby, wagging,
Seeking favorite sun places
And a swift flash of fur
green eyes following the cows.

Quiet now.
Waiting.