A mile from any cattle
a gang of three bulls
unloaded at work
on Friday, cows
strung out on hay
before it rained
and muddied roads
to not haul them,
were sparring on Saturday,
bawling and plowing
the new green brown
while the cows
rode one another.
Witness for over fifty years
I have my theories
where there is no proof,
I leap to speculation
like Sherlock Holmes
just for the entertainment.
The girls and babies
have climbed the mountain
for the new green
protected by old feed
to grow taller,
and the boys too cavalier
or lazy to follow after
their nine-month vacation
on alfalfa.
We breed for almost everything
these days: birth weights
and scrotal circumference,
marbling and tenderness,
weaning weights and dollars
(gentle purebred generations
of artificial insemination)
for everything but sex drive.
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