Nectar.
She whistles her charges with shrill treble then in distant field
flicking ears hear, long legs flex,
tongues slick thirsty lips while giant heads, raising from dozes
among marigolds skyward stretch.
Flanks heave upward and as un-gainly frames meander home
vacant eyes gaze at flaming sunset.
Mooing with milk-weight cows move toward barn where waits
feed of hay as maid\'s cool hands calm
hot udders by touch of experience for care disarms nerves as
cream spurts comfort into parlour.
Results of ate meadow-grass creating white nectar demands
mind-set\'s intent to work hard.
Chewing late cud large inmates take patient turns for gaining
relief while the girl\'s milking pail
fills, spilling pearls onto each long-tail twirl as evening fades
for liquified cream needs time to take.
Bovines train by responding to kindness when the husbandry
comes taught from the cradle.
Brimming founts require daily capped heads of willing labour
whose cows produce gratefully.