Cow

Nothing to say
a cow wouldn't
kill you
lure you alone
into the field
stirring you 
softening you
with mismatched eyes
one pushing 
one pulling
letting the fence
wire shudder back
into place
and the hollow twang
blurs into cicadas
and the cow has
you now
feet adjusting ever 
slow slightly
as if it fears
to tear through the 
ground
and as you approach
down the aisle of grass
the cow's bones throb
with excitement
poking like fingers
through a grocery bag
and a damp snort is the 
last thing you hear
and people now start 
to fill up the field 
to find you 
with the cow standing
high above
as if it had
found you like so
they thank the cow
that preserver of life
and the flies have now 
shifted from it's nose
to something knew
nothing will touch
the cow but the 
four blades of grass
where it's hooves
relunctatly balance
and as voices rise in harmony
to the cicadas 
the cow tenderly
leans down to the earth
and continues grazing