Our cows seldom hurry, instead
They amble here
Meander there
Graze this
Munch that
Rest
Plod to the water tank
Chew
Repose
And when they get around to it
Sleep.
You must forgive them, they’ve never
watched the old Westerns,
you know the ones
made way back then, way back when
cows were prone to stampede.
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