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Cowspotting

Life, she thought, let him off easy, while she–
she had to fight
for everything.
So when he declared, stentoriously, that cows
always faced
the same direction, she fumed
inside.

You just look in any field, he proclaimed,
the cows will all be facing
the exact same way.

The country road they traveled curved
around hills spotted,
she realized horrified, with
almost-gridded shanks.

Look, she squinted, that one’s
completely sideways.

An anomaly, he crowed.  The exception
that proves the rule.  

For years then, still smarting over fate’s
unfairness,
she carefully checked (when she had the chance)
the collective stance of cows, refusing to ever settle
for a near unanimity
of moist soft snout. but finding, even if it took
a rearrangement of gaze
or slope,
that one, that two,
that several
who stood askew, and oh, then,
how righteously
she delighted.

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Supposed to be doing Nanowrimo and am, sort of, but I could not resist revising an older poem for dVerse Poets Open Link night.  I make no claims as to any accuracy.