My Rose Garden

My Rose Garden was devoured by a cow that thought it was a bull. The farmer and his wife pleaded with the cow to go back to the field. But it refused by stomping and grunting. Now what remains is a baren field, and a broken fence. With not much to eat in the garden but rose thorns, the cull cried of stomach pains. Throughout the day and night she mooed as if to blame the world for its life. In time, not even the steer expressed an interest in his mother, as his future was cut short. With no calves in the field, the bull left for the furthest sections of the property. And with no place to escape, and no cows and rose gardens to be found, he simply laid down, and died. by, Martin Braun 12/21/24