The Cow

The Cow

 

The old cow walked in the African sun

Her watered eyes resigned to the task

Dusted hoofs in last years furrows

Trodden in the field once again

The routine the same as every time

The path just deeper

In a ongoing effort to search for living soil

Last years maze had just saved the family

(The cow was unaware of this)

But this year the wheat

Would also make his bed of straw

(The cow did not know this either)

He felt the harness tighten

As the wooden mouldboard unearthed

Buried rock

Behind the old man walked in the African sun

His watered eyes resigned to the task.

 

JC 2013   (Löst Viking)    https://www.facebook.com/pages/L%C3%B6st-Viking/746104845419195