it must be
as the calf leaves
it's mother,
falling onto the cold
grass in
the field,
no longer safe in
the warmth
and kindness of it's mum.
how strange
the air
must feel, the brightness
of the blue sky
and sun.
do they ever
get over it,
or are they like us,
a little bit
and forever undone.
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