Bird and the Cow

Bird and the Cow

midsummer, hay fever, hot rubber tyres
melt into the road at speed when some cat
says that beasts of the field dig music and he
shouts for the driver to stop and in his suit,

in the heat, unwraps the horn like a lollipop
and flits into the meadow to perch in the steam
and reek of the farm, pouring out spirals and
eddies and flights to a blank, milk-heavy cow