Happy Cows

Oakridge Dairy Connecticut
The place where happy cows
Do not get a look in
For humanity has the powers
To create in each a joyfulness
Whilst creating a real space
Of vastness made of concrete
Which to me is a disgrace

Cows wants are green pastures
Herbage of the field
They are able to self diagnose
Thus increasing their yield
Happiness is a human trait
More we have to say
To do with making money
Whilst the poor cow have to pay

These great beasts love the freshness
Concrete sadly does
Truthfully upset them
They lose that natural buzz
Their senses curtailed dramatically
Seemingly we see
What is known as joy
Is artificiality

Mothers do have feelings
The bovine knows it’s life
Feels better in the genuine
On concrete so much strife
A hardness on the noble foot
Sensations of a kind
Of cruelty which resonates
Distinctly in their mind

For humans in their advertising blurb
To actually say
Our milk comes from happy cows
In truth it’s not the way
Frustrated maternal honouring
Of a godly chore
Is an arrogance that for me indulges
The balance sheet much more

The softness of lush greenery
The fresh cud it provides
A sense of being cared for
Improving their insides
A godly experience
Of loving their calves you see
Holds good and it should
Be understood freedom
Ultimately

In fact provides true happiness
Whereas restrictions
Of the kind
of making them stand on concrete
Actually blows their mind.