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Cattle
Our eyes met as we passed at the gate,
Led was she to the house, and to the field was I, to wait for weeks and months on end.
Taste not her elixir, nor excitement of love verboten, as my heart beat faster under hoof.
And later still, as frost descended, l lay there resting, chilled, amongst the icy blades, no measure of my despair.
I await the house and know she'll not be there. Inane end; an end of light of days.
Led was she to the house, and to the field was I, to wait for weeks and months on end.
Taste not her elixir, nor excitement of love verboten, as my heart beat faster under hoof.
And later still, as frost descended, l lay there resting, chilled, amongst the icy blades, no measure of my despair.
I await the house and know she'll not be there. Inane end; an end of light of days.
Published 17th Mar 2018
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