Slick-eared,
she went ungathered,
missed the party,
missed the branding
ropes and vaccinations—
they wear the same look.
Not wild-eyed, but
about half-guilty,
half-sad they didn’t
RSVP. Still a chance
she’ll make the cowherd
like her mother.








I thought we were the only people that didn’t catch them all. I would keep her too.
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No, not the only ones. I caught the two renegades, who escaped in Greasy when we branded, with a camera this afternoon, two bloomy bullocks who will sell just fine in June. I’ll post the pair later this week with their own poem.
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