Jun 15, 2021
So… I was obsessed with cows when I was younger. But not obsessed in the way you would think. Honestly, I don’t like cows that much. I think they smell and their tongues weird me out. But, for some dumb reason, I always made up silly songs about cows. Really. Ask one of my high school friends. They will probably tell you how annoying it was.
That strange obsession made its way to some of my college years where I wrote this poem. What do you think?
Cow
Your creator
Has honored you
By spotting you with paint.
But you,
Tree stump,
With cowboy eyes,
Glaze your mind
And continue
In your gluttonous chewing,
Chomping cud,
Letting the grass
Dribble over your lips.
Letting your food processor,
Distract you
From the greener grass,
Where the greens are sweeter
And the grub more tender.
With an IQ of twenty
And a mass of one thousand,
You don’t’ notice,
Don’t consider
The paradise
That lay beyond.
This is how you will live—
An ornamental rock
In a forest of weeds,
Casting a shadow
For all the bugs below.
And not even a swift kick
Could make your mooing
Scream to the moon,
The place you dreamed
Once before.
© S. Ann Comte, 11 February 2014