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The Cows of Humboldt County

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are gently nibbling the tasty green of their fields.

They lower their large heads to give earth's growth

a series of love-bites. Then they lie down

to ruminate on things, considering the

after-taste of grass like a wine connoisseur,

finding highlights to savor, undertones to detect,

subtleties that soil and sun have commingled.

 

When night falls, they become still,

listening to a distant barking dog,

oddly unmoved by the changed voice of their

ancient predator. As with all enemies,

time has made them neighborly.

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