Bawl
five black and white babies
resembling an old photograph
younger than a month
Moo
waker than a puppy
huddled together dozing
Bleat!
alas, taken by Jack Frost
four orphans survive
robbed from their mother
Maaaa
one sickly infant
shall not stand
three remain stronger
out to bathe in sunlight
Grunt
hungry babies
one more has fallen
victim to Jack Frost
three remain
Crunch
tumble
the smallest one
will not stand
he tries and tries
but falls and falls
my heart yearns
to help him
to comfort him
Silence
all seems well
they doze, lick, kiss
the little one will not stand
Silent sob
the smallest one
cannot be saved
he must go to help
pay for his expenses
never to return
Sigh
await news for the little one
I hope silently for his life to be spared
the stronger two seem to have forgotten
the ones who brought them into this world
their mothers
I think they will live
TicTock
time is always lagging or speeding
time seems to lag
for the brothers who survived till spring
yet time seemed to speed too fast
for the little
black and white
Calf