A newly-born calf
is like oven-baked bread
steaming under a cellophane cover
The cow cuts
the shiny coat
as a child would
lick a toffee
with a tongue as pink as
the sole of a foot.
The calf sways on legs
filled with jelly and custard
instead of bone and marrow;
and it totters
to suck the teats
of its mother's udder.
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