Meadow Pause is what he called it.
But Meadow Pause made me feel like a confused,
overheated cow pausing in a meadow beside a guava tree.
A plump famished cow
Nay, a tail swatting cow
swiping a multitude of relentless flies.
Mooing in a high-pitched voice to Mother Nature about trade-wind breezes.
Causing my mood to surge from pink to blue and then see red, while sliding down a temperamental roller coaster in a pinball machine, stirring up a myopic zeal to murder Father Time.
A confused, overheated, plump, famished, moody, myopic cow, plodding down a meadow path in a sticky pasture, contemplating the change.
before my milk runs dry and I become irrelevant and invisible.
Or worse, before I cease to exist and someone turns me into a giant bag of rawhide dog chews.
The considerable dilemma of one confused, bellowing, moody, myopic, fat cow that would not go quietly through the rails.
No, indeed
This pacing, panting, drooling cow promises
to alert the other cow bitches
that are sure to follow.
Corney Press 