The Two-Headed Calf

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The Two-Headed Calf 

Tomorrow when the farm boys find this
freak of na­ture they will wrap his body
in news­pa­per and carry him to the mu­seum.
But tonight he is alive and in the north
field with his mother. It is a per­fect
sum­mer evening: the moon ris­ing over
the or­chard, the wind in the grass. And
as he stares into the sky, there are
twice as many stars as usual.

–Laura Gilpin

One thought on “The Two-Headed Calf

  1. I love this poem. The vi­sual of the two-headed calf star­ing at the sky and see­ing twice as many stars (be­cause it has two sets of eyes)is both awe­some and sad. Such a short life and yet such a bless­ing to be able to see twice the beauty of the night sky!

    Thanks for post­ing this, I sud­denly re­mem­bered it from one of my uni­ver­sity classes and just had to go and search for it on­line.

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