TWICE TROUBLED

Bales of hay, scattered
lay by the roadside where I walked today.
Seeming to be stampeding
a herd of cows
soon gathered round to munch, devouring
as if their pasture were defunct.

One cow not very far away
stood watching —
barred by barb wire.
Her face was quintessential sadness.
I wondered why she was detained that way
and how that came to pass.
It troubled me to see her so.

That night I saw her face in dreams.
Distraught again I was
because I had no means
to mitigate her hunger.

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