Lined with electric wires like pastures
keeping cattle within the boundaries of our land,
the southern most point of this ranch,
where they wander together and apart
chewing cud from green grass.

She was flagrant about the way she clipped fences
and mocked us for markers we’d hung out against wolves.
There was really no way to protect her
the way we protected the cows who had little to say
other than their lowing, low and slow across the valley
calling to one another, keeping the heard intact.

She struck out on her third at bat.
He pitched a fast ball after the curve.
They bent heads together in a moment absurd
after the ball struck her helmetless head.