A TENDER NUZZLE

A herd of twelve females munch on grass.
Working their way to the other side of the road.
Heading for the protection of the forest.

A muscular, hunk of a bull, grazes behind them.
1,100 pounds of magnificence.
The Winner in the Mating Game.

Coming closer to his harem,
He lowers his head and bugles.
An eerie, bellow that echoes across the valley.
No answer.
No rival.

His females.
Lovely and graceful.

Take this brown beauty, for example.
I love her earnest look and,
The appealing nuzzle from her calf

Me, I hope to catch a glance,
Of their offspring,
Next year.