Fencing (revised)

Cows droop their tongues through the wire,
wrapping them around unmown grass
already fully acknowledged
and tutted at by neighbours.

Poppy heads erupt, red petals flung
onto shocked gravel,
the on looking foxgloves gape,
mouths open, the suicidal grass
launches seeds blown up by the wind,

while a bull heaves
against the strip of fence
which marks the boundary
between our long grass; their short.