Drop-In Territory

If there was ever a World Cup for cow-pats I’d bet 

this fella’d make a muted statement; I’m not being 

banal alleging its th’ largest I’ve seen - remember, 

it’s from a farm-boy who cleaned th’ cow bail after 

each afternoon milking stint - ‘n cursing the ladies 

for such defacing didn’t rate much attention, not if 

you’re a dairy cow anyway, and yet there’s sense 

suggesting th’ quality of the feed had a hand in it 

So I’m pleased the herd dines gourmet - and then 

effects strategic placement of a ‘vote of thanks’ as 

evidence they reckon we appreciate - & yet again, 

I may be over-reacting; from the hill gate as far as 

the eye can see is a polka-dotting of droppings - it 

is where the bovine beasties like to park for a bit 

And thus mark it so, apparently we need know its 

considered to be their drop-in territory 

© 29 March 2016, I. D. Carswell