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UP ON THE VERANDA

Up on back veranda
Near the old wooden steps,
Looking out to milking shed
Old Ma Stewart sat alone in her chair,
Rocking ever so gently, 
Not a sound originated,
Her gaze fixated
To the ground in front.
Old Ma Stewart
Was one not to mess about,
When it came to
Getting things done 
On her own accord,
And this was the case,
And the case in being,
Was what underneath
And beneath her feet?
She had seen it go there and under
Three mornings ago,
Then Old Ma Stewart in the ways
Of ingenuous country folk,
Had placed a saucer of milk
Next to wooden veranda steps,
And each morn as the brute
Came out to drink,
And to lick its lips,
Not ever noticing saucer
A little further out each day,
And on the fourth morn;
Old Ma Stewart gently
Rocked back and forth,
Her saucer of milk in place,
Then as the brute
Came out and about
Looking forward for another feed,
And at the moment of licking lips
Olde Ma Stewart SPRANG!
And she wasn’t going to miss
Lopping off with shovel
This mongrel’s head.
And the head 
Of this black six-foot monster,
Now in victory
Hanging on the fence;
Next to shearing shed.

Francis Cooper – Mac © 2018

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