Dead Cattle And Rain Comments

The last lines are their own poem: . The squabbling of birds for their turn upon the carcass in a valley of fleece white stillness.

NATURE RED IN TOOTH AND CLAW Young Farmer Giles is all smiles as he shows you round his fields with knowledgeable statistics about investment, costs and yields and the transcendental beauty of his meadows streams and fields. His compassion for the pain of his dead calf in the rain is evidence of the real loss that he feels. But finer feelings have to wait when, coming in for his meals, he settles comfortably in his seat, for he sees the dead calf at his feet but not the dead cow on his plate. Brian

Wow.... this is superb. Imagery is gorgeous, though the topic is sad it held my interest right to the end. We cannot imagine cows crying but they have such doleful beautiful eyes that if they did it would indeed be a sight to behold. HG: -) xx