Milo

Their one lone cow has broken down the fence; we see her trundling down the dusty lane. Milo's mind remembers 'bout the milking. Dad's face, a fiery-red, storms from the shed where feisty kittens spat and sparred o'er cream. Milo's feet meander back to the scene as words of fire enflame dad's bulging neck. "You'll wear the shoes that spooked the cow!" he roars. So Milo moseys off to dad's bidding. The cream a'squish-squish-squishes from the seams of shoes like steam escaping old train wrecks. Milo mumbles, "Guess I'd best be moving along that dusty road to bring back Cow," with no concern for who will mend the fence. written March 13, 2018