MONARCH of the GLEN
George Halfcalf loves his mothers feed
and hates his mother’s milk.
He is stronger-
he walks in a straight line
as if punchy
Tonight he kicked his heels in the air
– he-kicked- up- his – heels
At last he has energy to spare for exuberance
(It has the added benefit of dislodging a large dungplug from under his tail)
I still add a litre of his mother’s frothing milk
to his inappropriate diet.
we are winning
but the daily session with the bottle
is a penance
for both of us.