Thanks to Shelly Brown for giving me the opportunity to participate in the
Poetry Schmoetry Blogfest
Fueling A Grueling Day
Spreading out the feedbag,
Driving in the cattle.
Grazing at the trough side,
Mouths too full to battle.
Slurping, gurgling, tails a wagging,
A freak show of hoofing, clawing, scraping bottom.
As vultures swoop in for morsels long forgotten.
The critters are hosed down,
The sun is slowly setting.
Until the commotion stirs up again,
The moment we've been fretting.
Meal time at the old corral,
Open 24/7 all year 'round.
Thank goodness we don't have pets,
That would really bring us down.