Pretty Cows

I look at the pretty cows.
But I am no bull
I have no interest, now
or ever,

they graze and laze
around their pasture
spending their days
in the sun.

They are lovely
even attractive in some ways
I’m sure, their hooves and big eyes
and their hair.

Anything bovine,
even be she a princess
and a prize, or divine,
she will always be a cow.

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