Articles written by a. f. branco

A. F. Branco|May 13, 2021

“It’s for you,” his darlin’ told him as he lay back in the chair For a well deserved siesta. Ugh, it wasn’t really fair. It was Chuck, his nearest neighbor – did he have to call right now? Millard took the phone and listened, “Are you sure that it’s my cow?” As if he’d changed his brand last week or something equally absurd Like the F.B.I. was posing as a member of his herd Or an alien invasion took possession of his place And planned to infiltrate the earth as cows from outer space. But no easy explanation seemed to ease his heavy load Chuck s...