Three times a day
a train roars through
a field a farm away
booming like an Angus bull
looking for companionship.
Nearby in Henson’s field
Guernsey cows eat their grass
behind a redwood fence
and moo in blissful peace.
They’ve heard this bull before.
No need to raise their heads.
He can’t come through that fence.
Donal Mahoney