Market Day – Adele Cordner

Market Day

Our neighbours are suddenly vocal,
capering around the field
in a right hullabaloo.
The tractor engine strains
as its loaded trailer bumps
towards the far gate.
A lone bullock breaks away
from the fractured herd
and stumbles awkwardly after.
He can’t catch up,
stops dead, midfield,
throws back his head and lows.
Heavy-hooved, the others join him,
stand, and add their voices
to a wailing round.
It goes on all night
and into morning; cattle left behind
mourning for the chosen ones. 

Adele Cordner