Sure I’m a cow
\nI give milk I die
\nthat is my place
\nthe bed where I lie<\/p>\n
But I love life
\nand this field which is my
\nfood source sometimes
\nwhere sometimes I lie<\/p>\n
down on the grass
\nwhere the clover does curl
\nand I chat to my friend
\nher name is Pearl<\/p>\n
we are together
\nin spirit and we
\nlike to scratch ourselves
\non the old Chestnut tree<\/p>\n
our lives are simple
\nand now the farmer wants me
\nto go to the slaughterhouse
\nyes tragically<\/p>\n
my time is up
\nthat’s it I must go
\nI have no say
\nbut I love life so<\/p>\n
but it doesn’t matter
\nhow I feel for he
\nwants to make money
\nand not waste more on me<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sure I’m a cow I give milk I die that is my place the bed where I lie But I love life and this field which is my food source sometimes where sometimes I lie down on the grass where … Continue reading