Summer is near enough that I can...
Almost feel the hot & humid air making my curls grow,
Almost see the mosquitos nip at my ankles while we watch Kit play on the swing set,
Almost smell the barbecue grilling burgers and brats.
I saw you in the fridge the other night and remembered fondly our past Wisconsin summer's together.
How I miss sliding you into a coozie;
Taking the first smooth sip and enjoying your company amongst friends and family.
Sadly, you will not be invited to the cook-outs this summer.
Am growing a little one whose taste buds have not yet acquired your taste.
So, I beg of you my beloved Spotted Cow...
Will you still remember me on August twenty-two when I again can hold you?
Bring a dozen of your coldest friends and I will too.