HOW NOW
at first the cows
show genuine interest in our love making
'Mooooo? ' they inquire of one another
rapidly becoming bored
of our all too human antics
they go in search of even juicier grass
after our little death
we doze and awake to
a circle of cows guarding our sleep
Daisy moos to Mabel
'Well...I don't think much of all that! '
'Humans...hard to understand them! '
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