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Barefoot, Sitting on the grass, No stranger in this circle Of kneeling stones, This family picnic Amongst the buttercups. Beyond this group, Our cousins, Maternal and paternal, Loosely knit Each at their own Round Table. A detachment of fine young bulls, Their maleness boldly outlined, Wandered over our tablecloth Nostrils wide at pepper smell, Their legs as tree trunks Sturdy, stocky, and straight. This intrusion, Though not unwelcome, Was fraught with danger, So, grasping a sprouting horn, I pulled, not pushed, And this specimen leaned away, Changed course, Left my peripheral vision. My view focussed beyond the meadow, And minds eye pictured Hautville Recumbent in the seeding stalks. A rasping sound brought me to earth To find One Horn Tasting a lowly member of this Matrix, Dark blue tongue curling, This irreverant creature With the dung spattered swinging tail, Innocent in his attitude To this Stairway to the Stars. S. T. 603630 |