Creative Writing, Venue

cattle grid

the cows and we share a crossing

perpendicular. you have to close the gate

so they can cross the cattle grid. in summer

the council puts stickers on the posts saying

‘thank you for closing the gate’ but we still

don’t. the cyclists careen through, wheels

rattling on the grid. the cows, when they come,

wail and stamp, struggle to wait their turn.

they’re grazing now, in the green fields

behind the new housing. the council stickers

came early, shouting ‘close the gate’ and

‘wash your hands’ in small, angry circles.

the cows, when they come, nudge the hinge,

discovering a rusted bolt revealed now it’s

closed for good. from our new windows

we watch them cross, struggle to wait our turn.

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Dylan Davies