It has been a long time since we had a cow day.

 

I believe this unusually coloured cow is referred to as Mousey, but I find it is best not to get attached. 

Golden

Golden lay light upon the sill

after lunch, after school.

Day lingers slowly, a patch of light,

time pursues day retreats

but the moving trail is still new

and I wonder at the golden pool.

The window still speaks of sun

after night after years, decades of time

I see that golden time, still.

Guy

One of my older poems.

I love the music of The Band and it is time for a cow day.

Some great work by Garth Hudson here.

"Without your love, I'm nothing at all

Like an empty hall, it's a lonely fall

Since you've gone it's a losing battle

Stampeding cattle, they rattle the walls

And the sun don't shine anymore

And the rains fall down on my door"

And it Makes No Difference,  The Band

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rP7r12Rg490