Creatures great and small

 Diana Edmondson wrote this poem after a sleepless night caused by a mother cow's lament at losing her calf.


Poor Mother Cow

When her baby was born

Gentle was her lowing;

The green meadow awaits

To hasten his quick growing.

Each long sunny day,

Together they'd stay

And share the sweet herbage

But one early mon,

Up comes some rough fellow;

her baby is gone...

Now soft 'moo' is a bellow.