It was dawn when they arrived. Two orange beams of light Cutting tight between the lines of furrows, And illuminating trees. Her baby stirred. It was dawn when they arrived. Gravel crumbling under tyres. A slither of sun crowning the hill, And puffs of cloud lay as still As her sleeping calf. It was dawn when they arrived. Two brown rubber boots crunching On grass, still tipped with frozen dew. A banging gate. A magpie flew. The baby shook. It was dawn when they arrived. Two white hands and a noose. A gate held ajar by a damp lump of wood Four white walls, a nest of hay, A trembling baby stood. It was dawn when they arrived. Two blue eyes trailing the floor, Stealing her crying calf out of the door White walls, empty bed, empty floor Her mother stood - alone. It was dawn they left.
2 thoughts on “The Break of Dawn”
Your words are so heartfelt and so true, yet many do not listen. This is what upsets me. They know but they don’t care enough…. they come first…the cow and the calf appear to be there for their use….and still they proclaim to be animal lovers. 😢
It is very sad and i think using various platforms to share this message is important. Try to stay positive my friend and share your voice in whatever way you can but do it peacefully.