Twice in two days I’ve encountered poetry with the image of livestock pushing through fences.
The first was Robert Okaji’s piece I linked to yesterday.
The second, which I came across today, is from Valerie Worth:
Years ago, we went to an adoption event at a local pet store. I had never had a dog, which every child should. Childishly, I thought we’d bring home one of the black lab pups, industrious, oblivious, silly. But a year-old Aussie shepherd, brown and creamy and with people-eyes, pushed through the fencing of his black steel crate and asked to join our family.
I wrote yesterday about the healing power of dogs. He was the best at that.