A FOUNTAIN OF UDDERS
My Guernsey cow thought she was high on psilocybin.
She jumped over a full moon and landed on my apple tree
with her udders hanging down like the surrounding apples.
When creatures on the ground got a whiff of her drink,
a cotillion of garter snakes danced up the tree
for the taste of a drink they could only imagine.
Monkeys descended from as far away as Africa
for a chocolate egg cream from her unvarnished fount.
Word got out to older monkeys who descended in droves—
thinking they had discovered the fountain of youth.
Nobody ever died from ennui on this tree.