No Country For Old Cattle
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As you can see below this wasn't the most interesting shot in the world, and I challenged myself to see what I could do with it. Comments and critiques welcome!
by Philip Larkin
The widest prairies have electric fences,
For though old cattle know they must not stray
Young steers are always scenting purer water
Not here but anywhere. Beyond the wires
Leads them to blunder up against the wires
Whose muscles-shredding violence gives no quarter.
Young steers become old cattle from that day,
Electric limits to their widest senses.