UDDER RUBBISH

“How  now , Brown  Cow “  I  greeted  as  she  strolled  into  the  bail

Regarding me  without  surprise  she  gently  flicked  her  tail ,

“You’re  not  a  bad  old  girl , you know “ - her  brown  and  kindly  eyes

Had  always  seemed  so  knowing  and  so  very , very  wise .

I  told  her  all  my  troubles  as  I  leaned  against  her  side ,

My  cheek  upon  the  friendly  warmth  of   silken  patchwork  hide ,

The  soft  hiss  of  the  foaming  milk  my  morning  symphony ,

“I  wonder  what  you’d  say , old  girl , if  you  could  speak  to  me ?

Would  we  discuss  the  weather  or  talk  of  cabbages  and  kings ?

Perhaps  you  could  interpret  morning  songs  the  magpie  sings ?”

Daisy, chewing  fragrant  cud  thought “ Udder  rubbish ,  Silly  -

   I’d  say  -                                                                                                         

          Warm  your  icy  hands, you  brute, they’re  always  too damn

                chilly  !! ”