A cow running is
An improbable sight
But ah, what bovine grace
Galooping
Across a chunky field of upturned sod
Merrily
At 6 a.m. of a frosted morning.
(Previously published in WestWard Quarterly, Spring 2000, Vol.2, Issue 1)
Laurence Overmire
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