Ode to the Scottish Highland Cow
Oh, noble beast of Scottish hills, with ginger fringe and pride,
You graze beneath the heavy rain upon the mountain side.
But oh, how modern motherhood has left you far behind,
To higher human wisdom you are tragically blind.
For you remain within the field, a firm and steady rock,
Providing boring structure to your unadventurous flock.
A modern human mother knows a grander way to live:
To pack a suitcase in a rush, with not a damn to give.
She’ll cross the wide Atlantic and she’ll change the time and zone,
Disrupting school and routine for a man she's barely known.
But you, dull cow, refuse to move across the heathered space,
Just to preserve a little calf’s familiar, quiet place.
You’d never take your tender calf to noisy pubs at night,
Nor to a crowded festival beneath the flashing light,
Just because you loathed the thought of sitting home alone,
And wished to mingle with the crowd and make your presence known.
You miss the social calendar, the elite pasture trends,
To shield your baby from the noise, away from modern friends.
And should a handsome, roaring bull come stepping through the green,
The finest, fiercest specimen the Highlands ever seen,
You would not feed the suitor first while hungry babies cry,
Nor please a fleeting boyfriend’s whim while hours pass you by.
To put a helpless infant’s needs above a romance new?
What an archaic, foolish thing for any mother to do.
So stay within your heavy coat, you simple Scottish beast,
Where devotion to your offspring has not withered in the least.
While in our high society, the clever humans find
Where real children well being are easily and quickly left behind.
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