Black calf at a fence,
nose to nose with a bay mare,
seeking her attention.
Does he miss his Mum?
Does she miss last year’s dear foal?
What are they feeling?
She reaches over
and licks his back tenderly.
He looks contented.
You get what you need,
accept what you are offered,
is what they tell me.
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