Thursday, March 1, 2012

Crazy Cow

Husband waits by garden as Angus
leave for lower pasture.


Morn is calm, sun rising.
Coffee's on.
Fresh grass awaits.


'Cept for Crazy Cow.
Off she goes,
under fixed fence
up rutted road
down Algoma
and down toward
those Neighbors (you know the ones).


She's runnin'.
Guernsey are chasin'.
Husband's racin'.


Quiet in the house.
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