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.