Holy Cows!

Holy Cows!

Hermes, Greek Deity || Patron of travellers, merchants, thieves and rogues

Holy cows!

Crimson they were.

Grazing upon the richest pastures

Of Mount Olympus

How tasty could they be?

I’d like to know.

But heavily guarded they were

Beloved by Phoebus Apollo.

Cunning mind I have

With Entrepreneurship in mind!

Talent for the heist.

A taste for this mighty bounty.

Lure a cow or fifty.

Cover my tracks by cobbling the shoes together

And let it be seen that the cows drifted―

Wandered on their own,

Just to be finally “free.”

If you do question me,

The particular reason for my actions,

Then easily divulge my secrets to others,

I may just turn you into stone.

Like I did with this old man Battus,

Who certainly didn’t understand the terms and conditions