Suddenly in the cove today, escaped cattle mooing
and grazing and wandering out on the tide flats.
Whose? We didn't know.
Three horses behind barbed wire
leaned against their fence: cow TV.
They drank rainwater collected in Pat's outboard boat
as if it was a trough hauled out in the mud just for them.
Calves suckled. Randy youthful cattle
mounted other randy youthful cattle.
Meena latched her gate: no desire
for a tromping herd in her potato patch.
We were mostly amused: city folk
and the novelty of cattle roaming on a beach;
a suddenly very mucky beach,
And just as quickly they disappeared,
along with their mournful moos, out beyond
some curve in the landscape.