Old Cow And Wild Beasts Poem by M S Ahas

I'm an old cow, worthless cow, lone cow of my master.
I'm a vapid cow, abortive cow, bare cow of the winter night.
I'm a grisled cow, lively cow, tilled my master's land.
And now I just wait for my food.

I'm a lethargic cow, weak cow, can't move here and there.
I'm a sorrowful cow, can't till my master's land.
Oneday I'm just waiting for my habitual food.
But my master comes to cut my throat for his meat.