Cora collided with the cow
before she corralled it.
Being a cowgirl of some credibility
she tended to utilize her cranium.
Collisions with cows tended to
cramp her cognition, then
she would see colorful combatants,
a comedy of cosmic combustion
before her eyes, crazy yes.
Crawling out of the coral
was critical to remaining uncrippled.
A crow sat crunching corn
on the crown of a cow,
cutesy crow, thought Cora
as she crawled closer to the
crease in the fence.
She tried to contain her
consternation while contemplating
cows and crow.
Trying to avoid coiling conjecture
but it was unavoidable considering
her collision with the cow.