Bovine—velvet, black as night
Saunter past in broad daylight,
Slurping water meant for birds,
Leaving big, soft, squishy turds.
The calico, she stares wide-eyed
At that gorgeous velvet hide.
(She's colored brown and muckle dun.
Thinks velvet black would be such fun.)
But now the cows are moving on,
Behemoths browsing on my lawn
Of scrub oak regrowth freshly cut,
That has already run amok.
It's been a busy week, so I went domestic. Luckily for me, the neighborhood cows have been hanging around lately, drawn either by the birdbath or tender new growth from recent brush clearance.
The barf-colored cat, as my husband calls her, sometimes stands spellbound from the safety of her window seat.
