The cello slits on her nose release a melodious moo. <br />Her copper pelt is soft as a maidenhair. <br />Spittle sits in the silky folds of her mouth, <br />Like seeds of milky dew. <br /> <br />Through the heavy fringe at her eyes <br />A bovine Boadicea, horned and hairy <br />She watches me, unblinking, <br />Turns the rump of her rudder <br />Snorts and leaves, ponderous as a liner <br />Slipping out of a narrow harbour <br />The brown towe of her tail <br />Swinging medallions of dung.<br /><br />sheena blackhall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/highland-cow/
