True Manly Poet Rhapsodizes the Excremental . . .
I'm probably one of the few who sees beauty in awakening livestock. In pasture after pasture, Angus and Hereford were awakening, beginning their morning grazing . . . all belching steam front and rear, with newly dropped cow patties "smoking" like little volcanoes among the grasses.That little pastoral image in Cousin Bill's simile is as 'purty as a pitcher' -- as we used to say back in the Ozarks -- or prettier, given the sh*t that's been pitched out in the picture above! Offered a choice, I'd take the poetry over the reality depicted there any day that it looks like that!
Thanks, Cousin Bill, for supplying blogworthy matter that -- as a former president might have said -- has 'manured' my thoughts for today's brief blogpost . . .