A Bizarre Bovine Tale Poem by Theresa Ann Moore

Early one morning …high in the Alp mountains
A farmer decided to go to market and sell his cows
Mooing critters walked up a ramp to the bed of his truck
The guarded crib had very limited space to carouse

As the farmer drove cautiously around each bend
And curve… down the treacherous steep decline
He spied an old piano abandoned by the roadside
The frugal man hoisted his find just behind the bovine

The hour progressed and soon a town was seen
Tiny houses were nestled among the green pine trees
Soon, the farmer thought he would return home
Pockets filled with money… happily playing piano keys

Within a frightful moment speed began to increase
An application of the brake did not slow acceleration
The thrill of the jarring ride caused a clamoring utterance
Thrashing tails pounded ivory and black with locomotion

The sound of the unprecedented impromptu tune
Brought the villagers from their houses into the street
The bawling ballad came nearer… the source was revealed
People stared in disbelief …then ran to avoid becoming meat

As the vocal musicians rode to the end of town…into a lake
Their echoing song gave its last refrain…it lacked harmony
Sinking and fading beneath the gurgles and rising bubbles…
Now when whirling winds blow… waves stir a phantom melody

4/27/08