Ruminant Pursuits (Cud 1 of 2)

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 …

Mother’s Jewels

As a glad goodbye to the sweltering sun the dusty heated village bade, a gentle breeze came waving by a rousing promise of respite it made. The winds carried their clout aloft to push the sombre clouds away, thus was set the stage tonight for a magical dawn on the morrow lay. The night aged …