Mulling Over a Meal

kneeling in a field 
         obscured behind grassy weeds
             soft munching concealed 
            ruminating his days deeds 
          chewing the cud could reveal

by 
David Kavanagh
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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May 7, 2021 at 11:57 AM
Sounds like a lot of bull to me...of the bovine kind. I can picture the pastoral scene.
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May 7, 2021 at 12:15 PM
Hey, what you mean bull Jenna, my poem is talking bullocks lol, cheers David
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May 7, 2021 at 11:36 AM
Dear David, I really enjoyed reading this gem because it was so well written: and this is what I was about to submit before seeing what you posted. Do you think there is something in common, or was it just the poetry mage? Weed chewing is risky. It is the toxin; a stone is held within. Water is flowing from the stone. It fills the days with love and promise.
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May 7, 2021 at 12:13 PM
God only knows Lasaad it well could be the poetry mage, one of the 4 bovine stomachs, separates the toxins and stones from the cud, it is an eerie similarity, to your poem, thank you so much for showing that piece, cheers David
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