The Two-Headed Calf
In the barn, beneath dim light,Two heads turn—double the sight.Morning feeds, a doubled share,Soft moos echo in the air.Eyes that see twice the world,In each gaze, a life unfurled.Four ears twitch at rustling hay,Two mouths chew the day away.Gentle giant, oddly paired,Curious glances, often stared.Not a freak, nor a jest,But a creature, doubly blessed.Under stars…