Acting blase,
chewing daisies,
(edible flowers)
grazing herds
imagine jumping
kindhearted lambent moons.
No obstacle
perturbs quiet reverie -
somnolent,
tails undulating,
vapid weariness x-tends.
Yawn
Zzzzzzzzz
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Author Notes
I love driving to Pennsylvania Dutch country to gaze at herds of cows gazing back at me. Do they daydream of jumping over the moon as they do pretty much nothing in the field all day? I'd like to think so.
If you ask why the lambent (gently glowing) moon is kindhearted, it is because I'm picturing those fantasy paintings of a smiling man in the moon. For those of you who mentioned I had used quite a few words from the same letter in the raven poem, this poem about simple cows uses only one word per letter. I aim to please.
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