Morning grazers awake,
the light at dawn beckons.
A single audible quake,
as the engine reckons.

Hay ready for harvest,
the heifers hopefully stare.
Thinking, "marvelous,
we shall soon be there".

The first field to cut,
Sadly ,the last as well.
The bucks are full in rut,
and they too can tell.

In summer it's off limits,
if legs you've more than two.
Yet, it's tough times summit,
this truth, an aged few knew.

Tis' time to stock up,
for autumn and beyond.
This field is winters sup,
right next to the pond.

Mac

What are you saying?

i said it already, what is the real question? Winters sup'? it's a duck..knuck..knuck..

Thanks, sometimes I read and it doesn't click... thanks

it's a pun also..about animals and folks'..as well as both..no, really what's the question?

Be specific, I won't bite..

tnx MsTeddy

Ummm, I liked the words, but I couldn't relate them today. So I asked. After triple reading, I believe I see seasons, fields and animals-

Thank you for sharing.

Nice job.
jimmy

yeah..it started to be about That one special field..that doesn't grow very fast.. then it kinda evolved into more about life in general..so, i let it take it's coarse(sp.)

4leaf

tnx.man
4leaf

Nice Job

I enjoyed,,, the course it took