We met in New Hampshire.
You were in a fenced in pasture.
I was on the other side of the fence.
You saw me looking at you
and sauntered over to me.
You looked into my eyes;
I looked into your eyes,
And I had an unexpected contact high.
I felt we had cow to human simpatico.
I felt such peace that I wanted to
stay in that peaceful state forever.
But I was with some friends,
and we had to resume our trip
from our homes in Massachusetts
to deeper into New Hampshire.
And as I walked away looking back at you,
you intoned a long mooooooo as if to say goodbye
And I’ll never forget this cow I’ll call Betsy.
Bob Boyd