Through the Window Light. Edit 1Chris,abu

[tectak]

Through the Window Light. Edit 1Chris,abu
Crack the rosy dawn with curses; curdled cream swings udders full
and veined to burst. He whistles up his sun-crazed collie,
bark the dog
bark the day
bark away.
Greened up beaded scented miles, sods cling clumped on ten ton boots,
agape around his crusted uppers, flapping, slapping, stepping, morn.
stomp the land
stomp the clay
stomp away.
Whistling up the wound meander; swirled as wind shift, moored to ground
by patched and puddled silver rivets, nailed by gnarled and leant, bent trees.
slap the fly
slap the calf
slap away.
Rough as ash bark wooden fingers tease the polyester knots from wire,
hard hoist the hinge's slackened sockets, dry as rust on iron pins.
swing the gate
swing the teats
swing away.
Harboured, held by hauling sucklers, frothed in glass the moon-dropped milk
birls to rage against the vacuum; dog done driving drops to down.-----------------------ground?
calls the cock
call the hour
call away.
tectak
2014

Hey, when you are so far behind the best, even nitpicking becomes an effort.

But You do paint a picture Norman Rockwell would appreciate.

[b] Er, thanks for your comment, I think, but it is not valid critique, even if I understood it No. Down.As in "Down boy" Woof.
Best,