Two Cows

Two cows craned through barb wire next door to the steakhouse. Pasture wasn’t good enough today.   We waited for our meal, argued which is better, food grown up on or what you claim yourself.  I found   This place of formal dates, anniversaries of quieted plea. Confess the best nights are spent and left alone.   Cows startle seldom, avoid barbs but chew. We just laugh a little louder each year.   Continue reading Two Cows