Thick cud riseth:
Slowly to chew;
Slowly to swallow;
Cud riseth anew.
To swing the tail -
Fly hummeth by.
Sun striketh hot:
To cover the eye.
Wind bringth a smell:
Smells well within -
To widen the nose;
Cud riseth thin.
Rare is that smell,
Rarely it puts
Craving in belly,
Pulleth at guts.
To get me up;
To have in mind
Smelleth as that
Food that eats kind.
Slowly to rise:
To arch the back;
To husk the throat;
Dry joints to crack;
So: surely to go,
Surely to find,
Food that eats well,
Up field, up wind.