Almost as soon as we turn off the lights
at each side of our bed, Jack has parked
the big green cattle truck next to the barn,
and he and a farmer have started walking
up the hillside pasture in Campton again.
The Holstein are not far off. They gather
at the edge of a stand of trees. Watching.
Now the border collie has decided. Jack
does not belong. She crowds him and nips
at his legs. Jack kicks back and lands
a sharp thump on my shin.
Maybe he has just dickered for the shoats
in the board pen out back and under
a different barn. The angry sow roars
as he grabs the first squealing young pig
by the leg to lift it up and over the top
board and the wire. Outraged, her jaws
wide and foaming, she charges.
He is facing the bull again.
The one that got loose and
I nudge him awake.
Mary Spofford French is a member of the Yogurt Poets [ aka : yo po ] of Concord, New Hampshire, some 30 years, published in some New Hampshire journals and included in Anthology of New Hampshire Poets.
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