Uninvited We IntrudeA Poem by Chris Shaw
A herd of cattle huddle round,
surround the bank where boats are berthed, secured by ground spikes for the night. Not phased by lengths of boating rope, they gaze on down with blackjack stare, "What do you think you're doing here?" It does appear they think us rude, that uninvited we intrude, invade their space without a thought. When bovine eyes descend on us, inquisitive with little fuss, there's not a great deal left to do. So patiently we sit it out, amused they are, they make us wait, while they debate the time to move.
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11 Reviews Added on August 6, 2018 Last Updated on August 6, 2018 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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