The honored beast of black and white
Well spoken of in verse
In real life is a bit more flawed,
Sometimes is even worse.
Granted that she does give milk
To make butter, yogurt, cheese
And ice cream sweet and smooth as silk;
At times she fails to please.
Just when I plan a trip to town,
She’s seen outside the fence.
Somewhere she’s trampled fences down
And challenged my common sense.
Such delays I take in stride
If no emergency
Prompts the necessary ride
And there’s a remedy.
Again, to get the milk she gives
The one who milks her may forgive
A kick that is emphatic.
Today they’re raised on larger farms;
The back yard cow is rare.
I think she must find ways to harm
The flow of schedules there.
Lest you think nostalgia fails
To give appreciation,
I love the stuff she gives in pails
Made to gourmet creations.
©2010 Carol Morfitt