The time has come that some things must
be said. The new year’s in. The seasons scurry
by. I start to tire of ‘i lik the bred.’
All other forms of poetry are fled. It’s ABCB, ABCB – why? The time has come that some things must
be said.
Innumerable variations read – The calf, the cats, the goats and the
Radchaai – I start to tire of ‘i lik the bred.’
I understand; it gets into your head And, cowed, you think in iambs – as
do I. The time has come that some things must
be said.
The bredlik ruled as king, and we were
led. But spring returns, and now the king
must die. We start to tire of ‘i lik the bred’
The moon may shine. Still, cows must go
to bed. It will not be too hard to say goodbye
– The time has come that such things must
be said. I start to tire of ‘i lik the bred.’
so id like to tell you something, like, in the context of cryptid sightings
specifically, id like to tell you some things about cattle
they dont look like they move fast, but, in fact, they do. they move very fast, and theyre capable of doing so quietly
if a cow is black and has white spots, or if it is white and has black spots, both the white and black bits come together in the approximate shape of a cow
but in the dark, you cant see the black parts, and the white parts do NOT, form the approximate shape of a cow
what im saying is that i have at certain times been walking in the fields on a night with low visibility and i have, at certain times, seen an indistinct white shape zoom past me, and i am at least 95% sure it was a cow. and that if you see a white shape zoom past you in a field at night, it is also probably at least 95% of a cow
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