in a plastics factory
operating a blow-molding machine
to help pay my way through college.
It was a horrible hard hot job.
The worst part of it
was the cows
who lived in a field
on my way to work.
I was scared of them.
Now, if I were to walk by them in broad daylight
I wouldn't pay any attention to them at all.
But at 4:30 in the morning
when it was still dark
and bitter cold
and sometimes snowy
and I walked down the path
they seemed huge and dangerous.
The cows knew I was scared.
They would wait until I had hurried past their field
then one or the other would let out a loud "moooooo"
making me almost jump out of my skin.
To get past that, I decided to walk backwards
so that I could keep an eye on them.
Sometimes I walked sideways.
One morning one of the cows saw me coming
and made a rush at the wooden fence
that kept them in
pretending she was going to break out
and chase me all the way to work.
Another morning I was spooked
because they all stood up in unison
a huge herd of mammoth beasts
ready to stampede
and I ran like the wind to the plastics factory.
I told Charles about it
and he laughed
and offered to get up early the next day
and walk with me
to fend off any stampeding cows.
So of course when we walked down the path
by their field
they laid low
all pretending to be sleeping.
But I heard them snickering once we were past the field.
Charles kissed me
rubbed my back
and reassured me
because he loved me.
But I knew the truth.
Cows behaved themselves when a man was around
but when it was another woman
shorter, thinner, prettier than they were
they could be vicious.
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