Snow white and gentle
She’s skipping to me
Bright eyed and breathless
I’m down on one knee
Bottle in hand
She suckles the teat
Her friends in the field
Jealously bleat
In between gulps
She glances around
Pale pink ears
Catching each sound
Innocent, happy
Blissful and bold
Playful and precious
A joy to behold
Sweet and tender
Juicy and pink
I’ll have her on Sunday
Roasted,
I think
