The Brown Bull of Corracloona
Head down grazes
Then walks along in …
His avenue field;
Lessening my gra
To leave or walk along, undared;
To sally on forth,
Or to sally on through,
Keeping distance always.

When unseen,
I look for him in
his avenue field.
Just once did I pick
A minute to invade,
He being seated a half field west.
Wire fences delimited us in
his avenue field.

Such makes for timid entrances
From our compound on foot:
Too high as risk to consider right
Trespassing unbidden in his avenue field.
I do not know this Brown Bull well,
but he now knows me.
Our caution is pervasive here
Compounded in, by
his avenue field.