Six Cow Pile-up on Pasture Hill
nestled between two lofty pines
lay red and white
black and white
brown and tan
rump roast beauty queens
snorting sharp wisps
of white winter breath
an impestuous rooster’s cacklings
interjects background noise
as the six cow pile up on pasture hill
doesn’t budge an inch
resting on leftovers of clover and timothy hay scraps
that didn’t quite meet their culinary palettes
but by late afternoon’s fading sun
will become a mulled over snack
my ladies of leisure
just below my kitchen window
out beyond the clothesline
brings about a stark admission
of just how much
I had come to miss this…
––©g.a.meeder, 2020®
Below are my six lovely rump roast queens:
“Sweet Pea, Vaderess, Fawn, Snowflake, Beauty, Shawnee”