The White Calf

The White Calf

The white calf in the apple’s shade

On summer days tied to her post

Strained at her rope but never strayed

Beyond the bounds its length imposed.

On sunny days the sun would show

Between the branches overhead

And change the calf’s white coat below

Be-dappled by the lights it shed.

When gray clouds drifted in between

The sun and all on which it shone

Her coat turned white against the green

Where grass the ground had overgrown.

Her tether just remained too short

Despite how long it would extend; 

Although she wanted to cavort,

The rope would hold her by one end.

Bound to the circumstantial arc

She traced around about the tree

Once come out of the spotted dark

Her whiteness dazzled us to see.