at first they were grazing in the greensward of the vale then further plus gradient over that dale later somehow they managed to acquire passports many sights their eyes saw on their extensive world tour then apparently they went all over the place they plodded through time they ambled through space yes throughout existence with a moo they didst roam but in last night's omen the cows came home forever ...
February
february’s feathery
tongues are furry waves are wavy sheep are sheepish justice scaly palms are hairy all of 'em every september's a member but february's feathery ...
the 1st of feb
Head contrary on the 1st of February as impending Candlemas hangs thick in the air just like congealed school custard sans the upper skin layer white rabbits - white rabbits or a pair of mountain hares? Beyond the edgelands of January into the rugged vast of where? Fuck knows - early days again no wings but whims & a prayer x ...