She’s just a cow

cow sketchPassing by the field

alongside the fence

Walking free in the sunshine

Butterflies flutter by as my love awaits

A cow watches me from her side of the gate

Our eyes connect and I look away

So rude of her to stare

In that over-curious way

But I can’t resist looking again

There’s something in her eyes

Calling me a friend

Our gazes lock, transfixed…

She tilts her head and comes closer

I falter in my step, enchanted

By the life in her eyes

Why do I see

So much of myself in her?

(For Frances, who told me this story)