Tonight, I came across a story about a little brown calf on an educational website in Scotland. It inspired today's poem.
A Calf on Hollow Road
I know he is a new calf
too weak to walk alone
Who only wants a teat to suck
And
To be nurtured and loved,
But it's growing cold
and I've got places to go
And I'm afraid if I stay to love him,
He'll die anyway,
and then what?
I have a farm and a lodge
and a hay stack ten feet high
with one less mouth to feed.
And then there's mine.
And I'm afraid I won't want to eat.
So I starve in preparation
for the day
he leaves,
knowing it's a long trek and
he needs me. The earth needs me.
I'm afraid I'll be unworthy
by being
miserable and aggressive
and
Hollow and Mean.
Because I know all he wants is me.
Happy.
And content.
But
even if he
stays today
And tomorrow,
and the next,
I'm not sure that's
what
he'll
get.
The truth is,
love is the
meadow
that surrounds
us.
Regardless.
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