THE POOR COWS

I  have written about cows —

how contented they seem

and how in green meadows

they captivate the eye

and exude serenity.

How pleasant to see them

grazing in their pastures

or wading Iin a gentle stream.

 

But I saw some photos recently

of hundreds of dead cows

littering some frozen land

in South Dakota.

Cut down by unexpected weather

they were slaughtered by mother nature

and when I close my eyes

I see their carcasses

strewn about the land.

 

I find it difficult now

to look at the painting we have

in which cows graze peacefully.

My mind was bludgeoned by TV

which has a way of infecting me

and keeping me awake at night.

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