Bossy and Bull

Walking this morning, there were cows grazing placidly across the river. One bovine looked at me thoughtfully as I walked by, slowly chewing her cud. 

Cows are big. 

Anyway, it reminded me of a poem I wrote a few years back.

I apologize in advance:

All the cows were layin’ quietly down on the ground,

Except for old Bossy, who stood lookin’ around.

Most the ladies were wantin’ to just take a nap.

But Bossy looked like she was fixin’ to snap.

Earlier that day, old Bull had crossed her path.

He’d snubbed her, ignored her, and raised up her wrath.

And since that mornin’ she just couldn’t be set.

She spent the rest of the day stirrin’ up a fret.

Some of the girls tried to get her to chill,

Knowin’ that milkin’ time would help out until

Bossy could get a grip on her mood,

Or have it out with that old Bull dude.

But milkin’ time didn’t come fast enough,

And when Bossy saw Bull again, things began to get rough.

She eyed him and lowed way down deep in her throat,

Then startin’ right for him, bellowed at the old goat.

All eyes were upon the bull and the cow,

Cause they knew something terrible would happen now.

The struggle was fierce, a battle to mourn.

But I guess you could say, she took the bull by the horns.

Now Bull is a meek fellow, shy and reserved.

And Bossy made sure he got all he deserved.

But if you want to know how I think it all ended,

I think old Bull got just what he intended.

Cause I see him smile when nobody is lookin’,

It seems like Bull loves what old Bossy is cookin’.

She bats them long lashes at him when he’s near her,

And he nudges her neck, so he doesn’t fear her.

If you wait long enough you’ll surely see

A little old calf trailin’ ‘long, makin’ three.

Nothin’s as sweet as observin’ the endin’

When you know happily ever after’s not pendin’.