I took my creative writers out to our school’s agriculture day, held by our FFA students, to make similes and write haiku:
Like scratching Otis Calf’s neck.
Student mentions “Hell Cow” being bitten by The Dracula as I scratch Otis Calf’s back.
Like a toy combine harvesting cocktail toothpicks.
Straw slides like snow across pavement.
Like a fuzzy-headed kid watching smooth-feathered ducks.
Alfred Calf’s two white spots on red forehead were near his scooped-out horn spots.
Like chickens in parallel.
One lamb lies in corner of red-metal pen.
Like a duck in the hands.
She said the ducks were named Lucky and Charm. I suggested REAL names, like Steve and Ruth. Now we just have to remember those names.
Like sawdust on a pig’s back.
Duck’s feathers vibrate in breeze. One feather flies up on turkey’s back.
Like two weaned lambs missing their mothers.
Otis Calf lives with goats. He may not know he’s a cow. He’ll retire to a horse pasture one day, his owner said.
Like the facial hair on a pot-bellied pig.
Oranges, grapes, and strawberries mellow out the armful of pig, the holder told us.
Like the sculpture of a duck’s back.
The turkey’s back: Feathers iridesce. Inner eyelid flashes powder blue. Blue horn deflates.
Like the rough tongue of Otis Calf.
Turkey says, “Block. Block. Block. Block” as it velociraptors toward a boy and his mother.
Like a turkey loose on campus.
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