And there lay a lazy cow,
in mid-of the road,
among the velocities,
mowing and munching
like a cow-muncher,
that cow sits lazy, like in a cattle house,
And I doubt,
if its really that deaf to ignore the honking driver,
or blind to not see the mechanical animals
rolling smooth in the road,
That brown furred cow with a sunken belly,
which seems howling hunger from days,
and those legs asking for help,
But I am amazed to see the cow
habitual or hesitant,
lay lazy
unafraid or unaware
facing the velocities,
still munching at its comfort,
as I pass by it.

Helpless.

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