Changes.
When more light than dark
pervades the horizon
night creeps from hiding
and cattle seek harbours
as lengthens the gloaming
they cluster round stations
neath trees in the paddock,
more still than paintings.
Huge stone-like statues
choose solo to gather,
chew cud while in waiting,
more grey than shadows
for daylight\'s last rays.
Thru\' ebony\'s blackness
beasts silently suffer,
rain-stained and sightless
each stands stiff-backed
in more dark than light
facing much nightness
with rock-solid patience.
I think when dusk reigns
how courageous a cow-hide
in accepting all changes
and hope I can do likewise.