May a cow roam free.

A dream, a wish, a desire far fetched if it is so.

May a cow roam free.
In the wilderness.
May it get to act wild
and live free, with it's tribe.
No noose at her neck,
however loose,
no bracelet.
May a cow come back to her senses,
her smells and feel again, her hearty teeth.
Chewing strangely
as it only can.
While staring at the empty horizon,
cluttered with a mind
full of foul memories,
of bondage and of separation.
Of a change so dormant and drastic,
That it would no longer be able to recall,
how it is to be a cow.
But let's keep faith.
That there will be a cow,
and a loving calf.
And a beautiful sunset
at a relatively uninhabited space,
where a few animals can
roam freely.
Having rid the burden,
of knowing so much,
having so little
or anything at all.

May a cow roam free.
Truly.