Outside the Butcher
A man wheels
the plastic cow
inside for the night.
True story – the specialty butcher near my house has a life-size plastic cow on wheels that is rolled out when they open and rolled inside at night when they close. The transfer print of the words was, well – let’s just say it was not what I had in mind. But somehow the piece felt complete anyway and so I am releasing it into the wild.
Illustrated Poetry 
Releasing a plastic cow into the wild. It will, I’m sure, find its native habitat.
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Gives new meaning to the phrase “until the cows come home” 🙂
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I hadn’t thought of that, but of course it does.
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I think the transfer suits it perfectly. The gaps are like an incredulous blink or shake of the head. ^_^
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Thank you, Sunshine! It reflects well the glimpses I get from behind the wheel.
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This is so great — the poem is witty, clever, and funny. The print itself resembles a brindled cow!
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Thank you, John! The plastic cow is out on the sidewalk, rain or shine – he or she (hard to tell, frankly) only gets major holidays off! 🙂
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I love the matter-of-factness of it. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe! This one didn’t seem to me to need anything extra.
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