Sense Sonnet - Tickler

How Cow

One morning on the eastern side
Of what is Great Lake Michigan,
Two Indians were on a ride
In a canoe, just out for fun.
As darkness disappeared in light,
To the far west, across the lake,
Huge clouds of smoke came into sight,
Blackened against the bright daybreak.
One Indian asked the other,
"What do all those smoke signals mean?"
"Palefaces," replied his brother,
"Are always making a big scene."

"Mrs. O'Leary is hot now -"
"Fired up over her kicking cow."