The straw is around her feet, stewed with urine
And Bengal grams tastefully added to porridge.
There at mountains all was peace and heaven.
The grass was just fine, the flies less of a bother.
A red bull came with dishonorable intentions
But was promptly ignored, as he did not exist.
The moon is directly above the asbestos roof.
The night is quiet with street dogs gone to sleep
And the moon has become brighter and cooler.
Somehow the cow seems less angry with the bull.