Poem: Bessie and Billy by Mark Tulin

 Bessie the Cow’s son, Billy

moved out of the meadow

on Wednesday.

No longer a calf

he grew tired

of the hassle

from an overprotective

mother.

She kept harping

on where’s the best grass

and staying upright

and not being tipped over.

Now Billy grazes in peace

on a hill of his choosing

where he’s free

to make Moo-Moo and Whoopee

with a hefty and fertile

young Jersey,

a grass-fed bovine

named Daisy.

©️mft