A Little Herd

You had a prickly
feeling of hairfuzz
rising on the back
of your neck
as if someone were standing
behind you
watching
as you delved in the
boot of the car
straightening, slowly,
you turned and
were confronted
with fourteen gleaming
eyes gazing at
you through the curtain
of rain
in steadfast fashion
all
twentyeight sturdy
legs stood stock-still as each
owner munched
compulsive mouthfuls
of green food,
curly coats heavy
and sodden in the
downpour; unconcerned
by their waterlogged
coverings they were too
interested in you
to care, faces serious
mouths moving ceaselessly
green eyes glinting
as you shut the
boot, grasped your
parcels and raced
round the corner of
the house
anxious to be dry.

Wondering what you were
and where you were headed
the little herd
trotted right behind you
hooves clipping and
clicking on the
stone road - little ones
galloping to keep up.  En
masse they stopped

mouths busy
necks craned round the corner
seven
ivory heads were
shining in the light
streaming from our front
door staring as you
entered in. You
called me through
to wonder at these
woolly friendly things
with their creamy horns
jutting - they just stood
wondering at these two
stupid humans
acting the goat.

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