waking, half sleeping three black forms roved outside my windows   Aud's cows, black angus calves; they looked in the half-shadow of dark like great black bears come out of the forest   the woods river range where wolves run in packs, and single wild hunts to the edge of our farms   peacefully cropping their heavy shapes moved through the thick wet grass   I couldn't chase them out   light and deep in-- Aud passed going to low fields on his tractor the dense black beasts turned their stubborn heads, still minds   turning with the tractor   their fat burdened bodies hard hooves hitting the still morning, three bear calves trailing his tame sounds back to their dense bottom pasture   Written in 1968, by Glen Edwards

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