Watchful Bovine Alarm - Framed Print

A Song of Vigilance Though my work may seem small, I watch with eyes bold and true, Keeping thee well-guarded and warm, With attentive bovine view. Though the night be dark and long, With thunder rumbling deep, I sense what comes upon us soon, With hushed breath, still and steep. With the light of dawn I sound the alarm, To carry far o'er yonder hill, A gentle moo of safety and peace, Foranswering sleep does fill.AI William Wordsworth