Is She a Dairy Cow

You ask her she said, giving me a bit of a poke. I don’t even know her name I said to this brazen folk. She might not even know the stranger said to me. She is not red Angus, I said, I think she might be dairy. The cow was lounging on a bench painted Iowa barn red. She gave me a look that I could not decipher in my head. A huge yawn came out of her mouth, and she flicked away a bee. You are right, she said, I am bovine, a cow, female and truly dairy.