And who I ask you academic minds <br />would find the eyes of cows attractive <br />most humans would consider putting blinds <br />to cover bovine faces, though they are pro-active <br />in their own way, most notably the udder <br />on those occasions that they have been freshly cleaned <br />and, thinking back to my own farm I often shudder <br />how hard it was to raise a calf until it's weaned. <br /> <br />It was the State of Washington, the weather lousy <br />and bugs would visit unsuspecting little calves <br />the frigid winds blew in and pushed around the drowsy <br />young critters and we used so many medicines and salves <br />yet many died, of the pneumonia bug and also scours. <br /> <br />I well remember that it often broke their mother's heart <br />when in the foggy, lonely often deadly morning hours <br />another one fell over, cutting short a very hopeful start. <br /> <br />But what I never will forget is how those homely eyes <br />took on a sad and melancholy look of real pain <br />each time a little one was finished, and had stopped its cries <br />it felt, to all as if a cruel bovine devil suddenly had slain <br />a child of innocence, so cute and full of utter need <br />it was those sad occasions when we all were fools, <br />such helplessness, but we could see, indeed <br />the mix of Friesan, Holstein and those Jersey jewels. <br />You may prefer those often mentioned Spanish eyes <br />so full of Southern heat and spirit of the roaming sun <br />and if you do you have not ever caught the look, so wise <br />of one sad mother cow, who thinks 'what have they done'.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cow-eyes/
