My Pregnant Doe Asiago
Tired and achy she stretches and yawns, she rubs her head on the stall wall.
The bah of the sheep sound so far away, as she drifts in and out, she’s preparing.
Her udder is filling, her hips displacing, as the dip in her hind tells time’s near.
Pawing the ground, a bed she makes, only to hop up moments later.
Dusk slips toward moonlight painting deep blue on barn walls.
The sheep are now sleeping.
The horses down too.
She waits and waits some more.
The babies are moving, but mama is tired.
She rubs her head again on the stall wall.
I enter the barn, it’s very late now. My headlamp shines on her belly.
Big she is, I say to her. I softly rub her head.
She leans her body into mine and I lean back to her.
I hold her there in the dead of night, but in reality it is she who holds me.
My favorite doe, she is I say, as I’ve delivered her babies many times.
She struggles with birth as her hips are narrow. I go in and assist when she calls.
She knows I am there as she is for me.
Tired and achy she stretches and yawns, this time she rubs her head on my heart.
I stay with her, and let her rub, as I can do much better than the stall wall.
At last, in the morning with the sun’s first burst, she delivers a perfect little kid.
A big healthy girl I see. I smile as she cleans her.
Tired and achy she stretches and yawns.
Tired and achy I stretch and yawn too.
I lean my head on the stall wall.
~ Poem by Lori Davis of HiBar Ranch written about our favorite goat Asiago