Theme: Life

You are What You Drink

The mare had a foal, but it still had to work plowing
a meager field. The foal, prancing about on thin legs
when we stopped for a rest, it quickly drank from its
mother´s udder and there was pastoral harmony.

I thought about this when reading about a six year
old boy in India who drank milk from a female dog
that treated the child as one of her own. Of course
this had little to do with rural accord, but stark need.

I once suckled milk off an ewe, sweet milk I thought,
but grew up fearful of people and shy of aspiration;
be unseen in the world´s field of humility and graze
in peace. Hope the dog-boy will grow up with big
fangs unafraid to growl at people who try to dominate
him and only respect what his inner voice tells him.


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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