Midnight Milking Poem by Victor Cruickshank

Midnight Milking



Out in the blue light evening moon
There I sat down with a spoon
Waiting to milk the cow, is that too soon?
Yes I'll have some sleep and milk at noon.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: rhyme
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