the Crowded Acre


you and i
we heal the land,
snout face hoof
horn eye swoosh.

you and i
the land heals us,
sun grass moon
flow beat reflect.

every day i hear you breathe
every day you feel me move,
mane tail wither
cackle feather chirp.

we are well aware of what
is expected to come of us,
grunt sweat brow
laugh huddle cry.

the pressure of which could crush
heart of gold love so pure,
bleat quiver birth
sniff paw wag.

and yet we carry on,
stand graze follow
create grow take,
and yet we carry on.


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