Mine eyes behold………. the windblown snow My face the bite……… of the arctic blow Nevertheless………… it’s feeding time……. at Cattle Call Ranch Cattle are frisky…….anticipatory dance Latch is frozen……….. to the pasture gate Thaw it out…….the cattle wait Dump snow and ice….. from the feeding bunks Turning the snow yellow….. with feed-stained chunks With frosted breath……. the bovine host Slowly convert…..to steaks and roast Break the ice…..refill the tanks Only potable water used…..at Cattle Call Ranch Access to ponds denied….. by electric fence One touch and never again…..dumb animals have common sense Doves perch on the bunks…..as if they and the cattle were peers Why…I wonder…do they fear me but not the steers Oftentimes unpleasant….. but I wouldn’t trade Perhaps this is the job…..for which I was made