Below is a poem I wrote a while ago after passing a farm and seeing the cows getting loaded onto a red cattle van. I was amazed to see the reaction of the cows across the street in the lower pasture, obviously distraught. As it turned out, the cows were only on their way to their annual check up. Whew!!!
Beoufed Up
Brown cows loaded
into a red cattle van
One last bellow
to spare their ribs
Black cow shouts out
from the lower pasture
"Don't worry, Girlfriend!
I'll meat you on the other side."
This week, the 'girls' will be on the menu:
Porterhouse, Sirloin, Filet Mignon
"Medium Rare, au jus on the side, please."
I wonder,
as the restaurant patrons
pass the emptied pasture
in beefed up red sports cars
with their beoufed up selves,
will there be a longing?
Jeanne I. Lakatos 2010
