Their conker coloured coats
glisten in the March sunshine
like beacons on the hilltop.
The gentle sound of grazing,
reaches the ears, as worn teeth
pluck mouthfuls of juicy grass.
The small herd faces eastwards
as if by prior agreement, the laws
of nature, or animal intuition.
Broad foreheads and
large, round, soft eyes all
give the impression of kindness.
An integral part of the landscape,
last year’s calves are maturing,
each one part of a collective,
yet unique in colour, size and shape.
Some have coats as curly as kale
where dew has made them crinkly.
Such contentment and peace
in these innocent young creatures.
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