Haiku

Yesterday morning over breakfast M and me were watching our four cows in two groups. There were two black on this side of the water supply pipeline and under the pipe you could see eight cows legs, four of them brown. A minute later we looked up to see Toffee, owner of the brown legs, bolting down the access road on this side of the pipeline to join the other two there. Bambi remained on her own on the other side.

What was she doing to get seperated from the (small) herd like that? Being creative we mused. Not that smart, however cows are great field aesthetes. She was making up poetry. Lost in the moment, she lost track of the others. Her work for Wednesday morning?

Field,
Oh field,
Dandelion,
Pipeline

Snapping back to reality at the sound of Toffees little black hooves on the *other* side of the pipeline. She bobbed up and down to see over the pipeline. Then she took off for the gate 300 metres along, and a minute later was bolting back down the access road to join her friends.