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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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