Zen Master Cow


No way of telling where they came from.

A bi-color carpet rolled out like a long luxurious…Blue Grass song.

Soon enough a cluster of curious cattle.  Over took my steel steed.  As the midday sun cracked my skin.  I awaited…for their cumbersome judgment.  

For what seemed like hours…The four legged Zen Masters stared down my bewilderment with discontent.

Eventually, a nod of approval from the ‘grunge’ gang.  With that…I continued my ride.  But not without a dusty revelation.

‘I know we will all meet again.  Minus my pride.  We will all meet again!  On the other side.’

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