Dairy tale
It is the first twin thefts I like least
Her calf stolen
Her milk stolen
Then the theft of her wandering
Her daylight stolen
Her grazing stolen
There is the theft of her name
Her Daisy stolen
Her Henrietta stolen
Not to mention the theft of her standing
For she was Bo Finn
She was Bo Ruadh, Bo Dhubh
Next the theft of her twenty years
Her udders swollen, lifespan stolen
Her short life slit.
Maureen Curran is from Donegal, Ireland. Her poems are published widely in journals and can be read online at Honest Ulsterman, Lake Poetry, Southword, Spontaneity, Word Bohemia. She blogs with her group at http://gardenroomwritersdonegal.blogspot.ie/ and tweets @maureenwcurran