Thursday, January 21, 2016


When the carnivore comes home he'll be
carrying a bone, something left from the leg
of a cow. I wouldn't go there if I were you, they
really do carry a grudge. The silo will be filled,
of course, now, with Winter silage running down  -
good for another month or two. Then it gets iffy,
and we hope the green grass begins to sprout, or
the old corn husks are good enough. Cows never
mind their battering days : feed gets more scarce,
but the daytime sun heightens too. On balance,
worth a moo. On balance, worth a moo.

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