Two Roads

by Ethel Mortenson Davis

I can’t remember
when I learned
to love animals,
but it was when
I was very young,

along with my three sisters.

Perhaps it started
when we were called
good-for-nothing girls,
forcing us toward
the animals.

It was where I learned
animals love their young
as much as we love

when the mother cow,
desperate that night,
cried in low,
hysterical bellows
for her dead calf.


Filed under Ethel Mortenson Davis, Poetry

7 responses to “Two Roads

  1. Ina

    Animals do love their children, this poem is so true and heartbreaking too as so many animals suffer from our ignorance. I remember a black bird trying to safe her young after it fell out of the nest and came into the back of our house. She guided him all the way back into the woods. The sound she made was that of the cry of a mourning person.

  2. Just beautiful Ethel! Yes animals certainly do mourn for their offspring and your poem just cries out to me x

  3. That’s very simple, and very eloquent Ethel.

  4. I too love birds and animals
    People? … More complicatedly
    And frequently (I’m afraid) … Not so much

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