An Ozark barn stands quiet among the winter trees.
Old tools, retired with honors, decorate the front of the barn,
and inside, the accumulation of years
precludes any possibility of a cow entering.
There's another barn for that purpose.
It's here that the cows are milked,
where cats, striped by the sunlight
survey their domain,
and Cracker, the border collie,
makes sure that nobody gets out of line.
Textures by Leslie Nicole