Milk Bottle

Carelessly I knocked over the milk bottle.

I can't help it 

Politics drive my passion

I rummaged for a dish towel 

And heard a loud crash 

Bottle.

Broken.

A large puddle of milk 

Perfectly round 

All over 

The newly mopped tile floor 

Great.

I pick up the shattered bottle

Up off the marble tiles 

Bells. I hear a bell 

What could that be?

Couldn't be the clock 

Hmm

How puzzling 

The mouth of the bottle

Broken.

Bells. Again 

This wasn't just any bell 

It was a 

Cow bell.

I place me ear to the jagged edge

Of the broken bottle 

The bell is louder 

The bottle rattles and

Hits the floor

It didn't shatter 

The bottle spins on its side

And out popped  

A cow

Puzzled I observe his big brown eyes

Mooo

He jumps over the spilt milk 

And out the open window 

Politics 

Always politics.