I Write Poetry
[i]What the Cow Thought About the Rain[/i]
I lie upon the soft food that I chew
and I sense cold. Now come the spots of wet
upon my hide. Now wet fills all my view.
I bite and taste the wetness on the food
and masticate and meditate and moo.
I lie upon the soft food that I chew
and I sense cold. Now come the spots of wet
upon my hide. Now wet fills all my view.
I bite and taste the wetness on the food
and masticate and meditate and moo.