These troubled times

I can understand why some people need trouble already to be there; at least you know it's not on its way.

the gods are cruel

The scent of Narcissus 

death and spring.

Ruminations in winter

 

Murderous Impulses

I know a field where a horse

 killed in anger lies  frozen

 in the snow.  I haven't seen 

the neighbor's dogs feast

 on the carcass,  but I know they do.

So much goes unnoticed  out here.

I like to think 

God watches everything.

Maybe so.

Maybe not.

Writing in daylight

It was a dark and stormy morning, and she began to write...

Found Poem

Cud

Ruminants eat quickly...

storing masses of grass...

in the front chamber

 of the stomach.

They later regurgitate...

and chew it and chew it and

chew it again.

Encyclopedia Britannica

"Ruminant"

Cud

Cows are ruminants, aren't they?  Like a cow, I prefer chewing to swallowing.  To "chew on something" is to think about it, to ruminate.   And what about Rumi?  A poem is a rumination, if there is such a word.

So, to follow through with the metaphor, cud is the result of ruminating, right?