Muse Cows

And then there are pictures that suggest a poetic treatment...

In dappled light, cows fight…

Or,

In dappled haze, cows graze…

Or,

I make a cow yawn when I tell her, I didn’t ask to be born…

Or,

Cows fight, not a cowpat in sight…

Or,

Interesting how the graffiti mirrors the markings on the cow…

No, this is the poem: Drink Your Milk: Join Your Ilk

Go for a country walk after dinner –

a meal of beef, butter, cheese, and milk.

Mingle with the cows.

Join your ilk.