A Young Polled Angus

A young polled Angus
Was weaned from his mum
And put in a strange paddock
So he lay down in the sun
And basked in its warmth
For a very long time
Then he got hungry
And started to wine

With no mother beside him
He fell into a ditch
And for the first time in his life
He felt far from rich

He lay there all melancholy
All the next day
His tummy was empty
He felt lost in every way

‘I’m not very comfortable
In this paddock on my own’
His security for a time
Had understandably flown

I really don’t like
Feeling screwed up inside
Where is the shelter
Where can I hide?...

He ambled lethargically
Up the steep hill
And stood in the stockyard
Now feeling quite ill…

.....Four old mature steers
Came for a peek
They saw the forlorn calf
Sad, cold, meek and weak

They put their big heads
Over the rails
Expressing compassion
But he presented only his tail

The four old steers
Just patiently waited
For his body language told them
That this lifestyle he hated

They portrayed by their manner
That they would ‘take their time’
And support this young lad
Until he felt secure and just fine

…Timidly the young calf
Walked over to the fence
As they accepted him
His relief was immense

They rubbed their faces
Up against the young fellow
Because of their love and acceptance
He didn’t even bellow

…The four old steers
Went back to the pasture
And Angus’s four legs
Couldn’t go much faster
As he followed those
Who had made him feel at home
From that day to this
He’s not on his own
For the love and acceptance
Of his new family
Answered all his questions
Unthreateningly

27.2.1993

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