I pause to wonder about the others
Like the cow without a tail
With nothing to drive away the flies
That persistently hover and perch
Leaving frustration and irritation
that eventually has to be gotten used to
Because unlike the rest of them
There is no tail to swipe and swat the irritants.
What compensates for such shortcomings?
Is there a blessing in disguise?
Perhaps we can acknowledge unnoticed blessings
Like the breath of life
Or trumpet the hopes
That comes with a functional brain.
But of what use is breathing and hoping
When the reality is that
The pyramid has already been decked with concrete
So that the cow without a tail
Is only left for God
To drive away the flies off its body.
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