I live with a cow-field just over the fence,
For a guard-dog that’s really no joke,
‘Cause a cow is a curious beastie, you see,
And they all have a thing about looking at me
And their heads through my hedges they poke.
So when it is cow-season and they come out,
I’m on duty from morning till night,
For a small dog a whole herd of cows is not fair
But this spring for some reason the cows are not there…
So I thought I’d have no-one to fight.
So, I’m minding my business out there by the fence
When another great beastie I spy…
My heart gave a lurch and it really was thumping,
As big as a cow, but it’s running and jumping,
And I’d swear that it thinks it can fly!
“No barking, my girlie,” she says straight away,
“Because horses get skittish, you know.”
No barking? Well, that is just making it harder…
And what am I supposed to do now to guard her?
Just sit here admiring the show?
I’m verbally muzzled and can’t say a word,
It’s frustrating, but what can I say?
Till an unlikely saviour in form of a cat
Wanders in… and she knows I’ll be barking at that…
So a ruddy cat just made my day!