If ever you forget how to really feel life
Pure, unadulterated, quick as a fife
Find yourself a just-week-old calf
Who’ll gambol and skip and do nothing by half
The joy in pinned ears, the ‘ahoy’ in the tail
Will put paid to your blue mood, I swear, without fail!
(Images shot late in the afternoon, verse by me – apologies to the serious poets out there!)