I CAN’T COMPETE

Sometimes I cast
my muse net
high into the sky

It captures stars
the sun and moon —
a variety of clouds —
and anything else
imagination apprehends..

I’m preceded by
that very clever man
who put a jumping cow
up there.

And though I can’t compete
with that amazing bovine feat
I like to try.

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