Curious Cow
Curious Cow was amazing in girth and color
She had not a gallop, more of a happy skip
Charging toward me in a semi-prancing way
I had been sitting in the pasture grass, sketching.
I saw her movement from my left eye, so I turned.
Her eyes were enormous; her visage open and curious.
I am drawing, I told her. Her face was inches above the fence.
Could she come through it? I had been told they will if they want.
See? I picked up my sketchpad and showed her my cartoon alien.
She stood there for a long time.
There was a bellow, which summoned her.
I searched for a calf, but never saw one.
I sketched a cow anyway, and wrote the word curious above her.
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