A Moo
Their cowbells tolling a dull tonk song,
Randomly clanking cows stroll along,
With occasional clamors as one shakes her head
At an impatient calf who awaits being fed,
But doesn't belong.
A moo.
And another moo too to the dusk rising moon,
Crickets are clicking in the darkening gloom.
The cow-licked calf being groomed by its mom
Follows the herd as they amble along,
His smaller bell clatters in a tinkling tune:
The cows will be coming home soon.
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