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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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