Eager they trudge from the stifling shed,
at dawn the hoofed herd pure bred,
mothers and calves together they tread,
grunting and nudging by a doyenne they’re led.
Moseying down the known tracks rusty red,
the pastures of their dreams loom up ahead,
now grazing at abandon till well they’re fed,
and chewing the cuds till ‘tis time to head to bed!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018