Bovine Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

The tree was aching
under the burden of
white tons of snow,
arrived just know
to please
the little ones.

As traffic stalled
a cow gave birth
just when the wind
from the Northeast
picked up its feet
and whipped the town.

The little ones
inside the house
of stone
were shivering
and crying for
the newborn calf,
out in the snow.

Though fun was had
out in the sudden blizzard.
A new arrival,
bovine celebration.