Path of the Cowbell - Dec. 20, 2024

Gary Hunter
Dec 20, 2024
1 min read

tips of green spikes

hang from the mouth and

move in circles as she chews

the sun has walked the sky

and the western mountain

reaches to pull it closer

she feels the pull the call

the summons from the barn

and turns

her bent neck bell clungs

rather than clangs as

each hoof scuffs the dirt

the path home calls everyone

at the end of a day

or the end of a life

even without

a place to call home

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