No Cows No Shit No Shit No Flies No Flies No Spiders No Spiders No Birds No Birds No Good Perhaps we’ll die.

Reflected in that equine eye I see Something only peace conveys to me. Where swallows skim and buttercups prevail, And gads are drifted by a swishing tail. Where larks ascend then fall to meadows green In this lush place where God’s own hand has been. I gently stroke that twitching chestnut skin, And palm a […]