Red Sun

Sailor’s Warning

Red sun Cows unconcerned Green breakfast

Says the old adage, “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight. Red sky in morning, sailor’s warning.

The sun is bright red this morning, and were I a sailor I would batten things down, storm on the way.

But I’m not a sailor, I’m a walker, and think I’ll be well home before as much as a drop finds the ground.

And the cows, oh the cows, walking all over their food, how unperturbed can you be? One or two of them raise their heads and cast me a look of bovine indifference (what Robert Penn Warren called “the faintly pained, heavy, incurious unamazement of cattle), then return to giving the field its ongoing but thorough buzz cut.

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