Have you ever written a piece and lost it, yet some words from that piece still lingers? I have. I lost a lot of pieces from my early years. Most of them actually. But a couple lines replayed in my head over and over like they had significance to me in some cosmic way. So a few months ago, I wrote them down again because this is what I do when thoughts don't go away. The piece has no similarities to the original as far as concept except for the lines which never left. Well, here is that piece. It might be a poem; it might be a story? Either way, it was fascinating to create. It is called, Well then...
"Flowers do bloom on the surface of the moon," so said the blind cow.
"And the stars are the eyes of God," snickered the frog.
"The earth is flat as mama's flapjacks," drawled the old cowboy.
His daughter, Angel Eyes, had nothing to say.
"A blind man cannot see until his eyes have bled," continued the blind cow.
"Says a cow who can't see," scoffed the frog.
"If you ask me about the pasture, you will find a lot of bull,' the old cowboy paused in thought, 'Shoot! I forgot my point."
Angel Eyes stared at them blankly, and she seemed to be blocking the chatter.
"The earth is round like the sun has circumference," the blind cow followed gazing black to a dream of lost vision.
"Ol' Cowboy already crooned about that,' the frog dryly stated and continued, 'it is as flat as the stack on his plate." He rolled his eyes and flicked his tongue catching a fly.
"Yessir, what the frog says," nodded the old cowboy in agreement. "It is flat as his lily pad he spats on!" He smiled, chuckling, and wrinkling crows feet about his old eyes and lit up a cigarette.
His daughter, Angel Eyes, now looked at each with beautiful eyes wide. She looked at her father extra with a grimace.
"So what do you think?" Asked the blind cow looking direct to the young lady.
"She thinks you are an idiot, don't you Angel Eyes?" The frog placed it bluntly.
"Nah, she thinks we're philosophical old coots sharing thoughts in a pasture, right sweetheart? He looked to his daughter slightly tipping his Stetson. He looked at her..They all looked to her for confirmation.
She did look at the scene before her with shocked amazement and surreal wonderment. She looked at her father, the old cowboy, conversing with a blind cow and a frog of an earth dusty from years of wet sweat and hard toil. She grimaced that his world had come to this! She reacted the only way a daughter could when paying witness to such a moment.
"Well then..." She huffed in disgust
She turned around and stormed off. They were all crazy...
The world was nothing like what they said. It was a giant spaceship. Because Mama had said.
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