The Buz
In the low pasture
cowbirds are picking over humming cow pats.
In the high sheepfold
lambs are dropping small round blueberries
that are really not blueberries
and the whirring beetles know it.
Black fly are in the barn swarming
over the hissing horse hay.
A field mouse said to a stiff-necked tortoise:
"Reminds me of my vacation in the dry Tortugas,"
which all gathered there knew was bull crap
but it did raise a sort of fizzing laughter
from the ever feeding insects.
Over the busy farm
an arid painted rainbow buzzed on.
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