The cello slits on her nose release a melodious moo.
Her copper pelt is soft as a maidenhair.
Spittle sits in the silky folds of her mouth,
Like seeds of milky dew.
Through the heavy fringe at her eyes
A bovine Boadicea, horned and hairy
She watches me, unblinking,
Turns the rump of her rudder
Snorts and leaves, ponderous as a liner
Slipping out of a narrow harbour
The brown towe of her tail
Swinging medallions of dung.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
An interesting description of a cow.