The cow

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.

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