My friend Drax Ireland, a wonderful poet, just wrote this and sent it to me:
the half painted mutant cow
stood patiently in her stall
occasionally kicking out at the painter
heads looking in different directions
innocently
wishing for a mirror to monitor the Missy creation
dreaming of meandering in a rolling meadow
heads bobbing boisterously, bovinely.
I'm so honored!
Check out more of his delightful verse at http://irishpoet.blogspot.com/
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