Intruder

I scroll through all the blind cows slowly chewing on their superstition They barely look up as I infiltrate their sacred pasture I make a few bold statements of my non-belief They softly moo with a gasp at my arrogance I go in not to be evil but to observe I am fascinated how they ingest and regurgitate their "truth" Their calves suckling the utters of milky righteousness They stand huddled; fearing the farmer on the hill I leave them in peace standing shoulder to shoulder in their meadow of fantasy