He will be hard to ship,
push up the chute, sun
glinting off the aluminum
some early morning soon—
to prod with whistles,
pokes and hollers,
confused for the first time
since he was a calf.
He wants to be
our pet forever, all
eight hundred pounds
within his blue roan hide.
drycrikjournal 
This one brings tears. I can just hear my dad telling me the facts of life about cow/calf operations…using a very quiet voice, understanding my affection for calves…but facts, none the less.
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