The rain was heavy. The road was slurred
with cow muck and clay. I slowed
then stopped the car as a straggle of cows
swayed round the bend in the lane.
Large, wild eyes caught me – dry, warm
and listening to a string quintet –
on County Council business.
One of the beasts, sashaying to a
milky music, nudged a wing mirror askew.
Dense hedgerow became sky of enduring grey.
The elderly cowman plodded at the rear.