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In the Meadow

Cows bellow, low, heads between rails
such large deep sad eyes, such full bags.
For whom do they await, no one home
to let them out, share out their milk.

Not long ago I saw you wandering off with him
his hand caressing your neck, gripping your arm
holding you stiff, obedient to his will
and you were bound to follow, no sound

escaped your lips, and me, why am I watching
for the scene to play out? Don’t we all know
don’t we all grieve, for the coming of that day
when cowl slips down, the bellow, low aches.

You won’t come home, will you my dear.
I guess I paid the right price for a job well done
Your cheating heart won’t bestir us to wait
Never more.  This farm is sold outright.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Date: 6/12/2013 12:46:00 PM
A thought-provoking write that's good.
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Date: 4/30/2013 3:22:00 PM
Unique creation about that cheating heart and the betrayal..Great work that you have penned..Thanks for stopping by..Sara
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Date: 4/28/2013 7:21:00 AM
Sad loss captured with fine imagination. Love your stuff. daver
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Date: 4/25/2013 10:01:00 PM
ooh very chilling Should do well in the contest, SuZ
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