I looked into her deep brown eyes
tears rolled dark within
a scent of pasture
sweet upon her breath
mood welling
pity stumbling
I looked into her deep brown eyes
love is a word
legs are for standing
ears are for tagging
don't leave me now
don't count me now
don't load me now
eyes are for crying
I looked into her deep brown eyes
I hugged her crying
I wept her crying
a stench of bbq
chuck brisket t bone eye fillet
eyes are for crying
ribs are for holding
air is for breathing
cheeks are for eating
tail is for swishing
flies are for dying
eyes are for crying
don't eat me now
cow is for being
cow is for mooing
cow is for grazing
cow is for eating
eyes are for crying
Allan Padgett (Western Australia)
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