It be that time of year when the younguns from the big ol black cows start a poppin out on the snow them little calf buggers. Lookin a lot like raisons on rice or flys on flour…

Tuday there be a who0oole lot of them little buggers a bouncin all round the place. Seen a whole bunch a runnin n jumping followering the hay tractor, thow they dont give a can a bean fer dry stuff as they only can drink the white stuff.

Mighty inspirating fer a poem.

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Pop N Go

Heavy fat cow with black fer color, settin aside by herself

Most the herd be standin round, eaten n such or  talkin cow stuff

N then she starts her labor n out pops a bunch of gooye stuff.

 

Little black fellar though sometimes it be a toss n the little black fellar is actully a heffer

Layin all still while the momma sets to licken up the goo, n the little black calf

Seems sorta cruel the nature, what with throwin sno n rane, little calf starts out slow n then…

 

At furst they a try to stand, only to fall back down n then up, n then down, n then…

Standing on all four with a splaid leg look all a wobble.

A lookin fer the tit, sometimes stickin ther nose in the momma’s ass.

 

But ya gotta hand it to that mother natur, them calfs, they end up sucking on that tit

Like little pigs they are, a suckin n suckin n then…

 

Pow, it don’t take long n they be off to the races

Given ther momma fits, what with a jumpin n runnin, some even wiggle thru the barb wire fence.

 

Yes sir, it be that time of year agin when the sno be fallen n rane n hail

A time when the wether be crazee, when calfs be born,

a time when all the momma cows get a bit thinner n a horse throat puttin up with the younguns shit.