Gainda number 1-Part 9

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Milkfull

fluttered her ears

rallied her tail

as flies teased her in droves

buzzing and disturbing

her depression glued doze;

she had not cared

to maintain herself

on this day of blues.

Her nose was a dull texture

with froths of saliva on drips

mixed with fragments of untested grass

she looked like

as if a few bog frogs

had her on lewd kisses;

her eyes drooped

she no longer

expected tourists

their respect and respite

rather she feared if her

butt would wince again

not with less but lotta pain

being labeled a ‘vagabond’

she was assured

that some visitor

would again disturb her

habit of ramp walk

and ignore her palm-full teats

even if she juggled them in all heat.

She had let the bog mud stay

on her body like a plaster

to a broken soul;

having rolled in mud

the entire day.

With no one to take note,

she wondered,

why should she waste time

in body make-up?

To be continued

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