Roll’n down the mountain with a warm bowl in my lap
Generally I look left, at the field of cows and their lack
Munch, crunch, mooo, mooo.
What are they up to?
They give birth there, walk, sleep,
little ones frolic
In their pasture, so bucolic
before being trucked off, their meat for sale
So really its just cow-jail.
Stay on one side of that electric wire
That confining power.
But what’s this?
Spoon pauses before my lips,
eyes track back for a sec
Why Hello there…
you are casually crunching and chewing right next to the road.
how’d you do that?
Then the next day, avocado toast with seeds,
and the wire is down
and several of you are on the road, looking cool.
This morning the wires back up and yet
there you are across the street
You go cow!