Do Not Go Placid Into That Shop Rite

Here is the prompt for Day 15 (Saturday). I always believed the cows were in the dairy case. What if they were. (tercet - http://www.uni.edu/english/craft/tercet.html or free style)

Dear Anonymous: This is not about a slaughter! It's just a nonsense poem about cows trapped in a dairy case in the supermarket. I promise.


Do not go placid into that Shop Rite,
All cows should stomp and run on farmland hay
Moo, Moo, and gather herd to fight.

Though here our wintry days are always bright,
Because we've warned our gentle comrades, they
Do not go placid into that Shop Rite.

Good cows, the last cud chewed, lowing in fright
Their cold hides might have warmed in a sun ray;
Moo, Moo, and gather herd to fight.

Wild cows were caught before they could take flight,
And shoved, whole herds, in trucks without delay;
Do not go placid into that Shop Rite.

Chilled cows, near froze, who look with bovine sight
(Fogged glass was cleaned with windex in a spray)
Moo, Moo, and gather herd to fight.

And you, my Bessie, stand at fullest height,
Run from me now with your fast hooves, I pray.
Do not go placid into that Shop Rite,
Moo, Moo, and gather herd to fight.

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Winner, day 15, in the

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