God’s Little Acre <br /> <br />On a land abandoned by man and behind <br />an ancient stonewall I saw a Frisian cow. <br />Not many of those around here, I walked <br />over to have a look, the ruminant was now <br />a boulder. I touched it, still warm; looked <br />up and around, someone was ribbing me. <br />Walked off looking nonchalant, but quickly <br />turned to have another look, the big stone <br />had turned into a grazing Frisian again and <br />drab olive trees had silver leaves. <br />I smiled and shook my head, this ongoing <br />joking between us, I’m old enough to keep <br />this a secret and, anyway, it is not easy to <br />talk about shadowboxing.<br /><br />oskar hansen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-little-acre/
