Nature’s Scheme

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The cows were gathered

in a corner of the lower field.

dawn’s mist rose

as we crossed the meadow,

burly clouds jostled above us.

There’ll be rain,

my uncle said,

his few words spent,

like precious stones.

The dew in the long grass

soaked us,

as the animals gathered

for the long walk,

their udders full and swollen,

crying out for relief.

We drove them back

across the way,

as rain, cattle, grass and sky

and us, between,

became one,

to settle nature’s scheme.