The Cows on Killing Day

The Cows on Killing Day

All me are standing on feed. The sky is shining. All me have just been milked. Teats all tingling still from that dry toothless sucking by the chilly mouths that gasp loudly in in in, and never breathe out.

Les Murray
Poetry Foundation

ESSENTIAL QUESTION:

STANDARDS:
RL.4 - Key Terms & Tone

DEPTH OF KNOWLEDGE (DOK) LEVELS:

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