By Heather Sager
THE SERENE MORNINGS During our long walk to the school bus, the dappled black-and-white cows followed us slowly toward the road, mooing behind their fence. When they paused, if we strayed close, the cows let our wide-eyed faces near their steaming nostrils or wagging tongues. The music of the bells round their plump necks clattered on grey mornings.
Heather Sager’s recent work appears in Otoliths, Poetry Pacific, RedEft, Magma, Bluepepper, Poets’Espresso, ActiveMuse, Ygdrasil, Shabd Aaweg, The Bosphorus Review of Books, The Fabulist, The Orchards and more.
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