The Birth of Innocence
The Birth of Innocence
Farm workers didn´t go into the barn at night,
they had all seen him and feared him but they
never mentioned his name.
Late one night I went into the stable and found
animals at rest free of the harness of humanity,
on the wall I saw my own shadow
The “him” I didn´t sense only the warmth and
aroma of animals and the loyal mare which
neighed softly wanting a pat on her long neck.
O, so tired I was switched off the light fell asleep
on straw, near the mare, woke up by animals
noise a calf had been born.
I lifted it up from the cement floor it began to
suckle my fingers, legs unsteady and I helped
it find its mother´s udder.
“PS. In Norway being cold animals are indoors
During winter months”
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