WITH NO IDEA

The cattle
seem to bless us
as they move about the hills —
convey to us a sense of peace.

There’s something
in their distant stature
which suggests that all is well
with God and man and beast.

They are feeding peacefully
with no idea
that there are many watchers.

Nor do they know
that in the course of time
they’ll pleasure us again —
appearing on our tables.

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