Spring Herd: By Lynn Moss Holley

A welcomed spring rain has come early,
Pushing the possibilities for the coming seasons
Deeper roots, better greens and a glorious harvest for the herd.
Their hoof prints aren’t deep, but visible
Some young, some old
All walking steadily around, heads down in the meadow,
Eyes to the ground to find the next bite.
They nudge each other and the grass as they graze, and
Skip over the bare patches, swat a fly, rest a leg, but ever ready
to change course, if they spy better greens, or someone calls them in.

Short strides repeat, the herd circles the salad bowl with no plans to stop.

All just keep on keepin’ on.

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