Cows
By onemorething
- 1820 reads
Cows chew the cud of the mist,
a slow grind and I watch it lift;
miraculous in the advance of light.
This morning I have heard the call
of a heron's harsh throat hungry in dispute
and seen the dark tips of a hare's fright
of ears peer from golden scrub.
I have witnessed the day ascend
the wet shine of a new leaf
bedecked by the green mystic
of a dragonfly in sun worship.
Yet a cow has never sought to be special,
seeming everyday: a child's tenth word,
pointed at in a first book or
from passing pushchairs, but this morning
I knew the moonglade caught in the dew
on waking cattle, damp and rheumatic,
how they set about the digestion of brume,
and that there is nothing ordinary at all
about cows.
Picture is my own of cows eating mist this morning.
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Poetically describes
Poetically describes perfectly that beautiful magical photo Rachel.
Jenny.
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Your
beautiful and bucolic pieces are their own reward, but have the cherries anyway.
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Wow, Rachel, I'm impressed.
Wow, Rachel, I'm impressed. Up at 5am to go on a nature walk! It must be true that the 'early bird' catches not only the worm but a lot of other creatures (bats, robins, wrens, goldfinches, fat bees).
You have described how cows behave perfectly. Although we regard this ruminant beast as ordinary it could have played the main role in Wordsworth's poem 'Daffodils' if a legend is to be believed.
It has been suggested that Wordsworth's first draft of his most famous poem started with the line - I wandered lonely as a COW - until his sister Dorothy stepped in and made him change it.
Your versatility knows no bounds: your photography is as good as your poetry,
Luigi x
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catching up - I knew this
catching up - I knew this would be a good one - what a wonderfully productive and beautiful twelve miles you covered. cows are strange things (in a good way) - I used to have some at the end of my garden and we would all stare at each other. not sure which of us was more interested in the other! Hope your tonsilitis goes away soon. eat ice cream! xx
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How delightful to be able to
How delightful to be able to go out at such a time, and so far, and record the things seen.
I was reminded of Shirley Hughes' little chldren's rhyme 'Cows' which my 100 year old mother-in-law loves reading : 'Cows graze,
Slowly turn their heads to gaze,
with twitching ears and soft brown eyes,
and swishy tails for swishing flies …
All the lazy summer days,
Cows graze.
Rhiannon
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lovely misty cows - did you get any rain?
Lovely poem -
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Cows in the mist, thankfully not as endangered as gorillas.....
... but just as beautiful. I love cows, I remember walking in the fields with them when I was a kid. I never felt afraid, they are so gentle. (as long as they don't have a calf to watch over of course)
Such a lovely description of things encountered on early morning walks. To be awake at this time make us feel more alive than any other time of day. Unfortunately I've been very lapse recently. My son's dog often 'holidays' with me and through neccessity we are up and about about 6am, but because of the difficulties of this virus thing I haven't had her here for a while and have gotten out of the habit. Pure laziness in truth.
Reading through your comments I, like you, wake early, but I admit these days usually make tea and go back to sleep. I definitely think I need to 'get the dog out'
I live next to a smallish (about 10 metres across) river and walking along the bankside path in the early morning light is a very special atmosphere.
It thundered here continuously for well over an hour, according to the sattelite images, I was right under the centre, but there was a strange lack of rain, almost nothing. . . . . very odd.
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