Sitting In Non Moving Traffic
She feels like a cow in a chute
Following other bovine, mooing her displeasure
What is taking them so long up there?
Could they be stopped for a wreck?
On a bridge?
That’s just what she needs today
Moo, she says, moo!
She says it more loudly now,
makes it sound more like a bellow.
She hopes the guy ahead of her has his window down.
When cows are in a chute, do they know what’s going to happen?
And does it happen to all cows? Or just some cows?
The car in front of her inches up a few feet.
Good grief! She thinks to herself. I can crawl faster than this.
What is the hold up here?
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