Cows On a Roof

Walking halfway up a paths incline I look back at my bungalow there is a cow on my roof (an optical illusion) for the roof is overlooked by a green hill, and on that green hill black and white cows graze. The wind-swept Bermuda shorts on the back washing-line are also trying to jump onto the roof, but being still hungover from the night before they will never make it. The black and white cows consider the flapping shorts soberly.