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SHJ Issue 9
Spring 2014

In a Bolinas Pasture

by Ann Robinson

Let nature take care of itself,
the cowboy said.

The calf on its side for hours,
mouth suckling dirt.
Its fetal, dark hide drying.

The mother abandoned it 
in north pasture among sage
and barbwire.
Grieving its
misshapen head.

With binoculars, I watched
in one hundred-degree heat.

Turkey vultures stretched on posts,
red-shouldered hawks circled.

I put the binoculars in my pack,
startling at the zipper’s raw sound,
the closure in my hands.

I, having no children of my own,
took a last look, the smallness of its body,
and I hurried on.


SHJ Issue 9
Spring 2014

Ann Robinson

After receiving a B.A. in English literature from Lindenwood University, Ann Robinson attended the M.F.A. program at the University of Arkansas. Having retired from being a legal clerk in the Criminal Division of the Superior Court of Marin County, California, she currently owns a farming operation in Arkansas. She has been the recipient of the John Spaemer Award for Outstanding Fiction, a Marin Arts Council grant, and a scholarship to study at Hofstra University.

“...we have been born here to witness and celebrate. We wonder at our purpose for living. Our purpose
is to perceive the fantastic. Why have a universe if there is no audience?” — Ray Bradbury