Lowing

Another sour cow from the same sour herd…
Whose milk is overripe & thick with curd.

Birthed by druids under a bad moon’s rise.
Then raised on the rot in the brood sow’s eyes.

Emerging from suckling bile-giving teats.
Poisoned in the head that females repeat.

Generation trumps iteration’s guise.
Heifers don’t know they’ve wings; so, not one flies.

Thus, even after seeing pigs take flight…
These cows cannot conceive of flying’s height.

Sour at the whole farm ‘cause they missed out.
Resigning to a life of pout & doubt.