Grazing
As I watched
the black and white calf
worked, cajoled, and finally
wormed her head and neck
through the
narrow
confines
of the hole
in the fence so that she could eat the green grass,
that was,
of course,
much better than what was available
on her side of the fence. 
Moments later,
naturally, she changed her mind,
pulled her head and neck, eventually, back through the fence's hole
and ambled off down the hill toward still better grasses.