alongside the fence
Walking free in the sunshine
Butterflies flutter by as my love awaits
A cow watches me from her side of the gate
Our eyes connect and I look away
So rude of her to stare
In that over-curious way
But I can’t resist looking again
There’s something in her eyes
Calling me a friend
Our gazes lock, transfixed…
She tilts her head and comes closer
I falter in my step, enchanted
By the life in her eyes
Why do I see
So much of myself in her?
(For Frances, who told me this story)