"A Decision of what to Eat for Breakfast after a Long Slumber"

I snaked into the kitchen and found that flowing from the sink (I think)

Was a milky bovine drink…

I thought to myself, pondering if—

My sensitive olfactory nerve could sniff,

The faintest hint that how,

I might just spot a cow.

Squirming udders, sneaking only

Into a human kitchen slowly,

Unloading uncolored udder liquid—

A slimy, slurpy streaming lipid.

Slide away! Spotted white and black trickster,

A ruse towards my mind: a crumbling mixture.

Clank of your farming bell—

A reflective necklace…

I suppose, I’ll have milk and cereal for breakfast.

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