The Cow

In India, the cow is held
In high regard and wanders where
She wishes to, without a care.

Her gentle nature has compelled
Admirers to advance her cause
By passing strict protective laws.

The Western world does not provide
The same protection to her kind;
Sometimes the West can be quite blind.

A ruminant, she has inside
A set of stomachs, namely four.
She needs them all—no less, no more.

She chews her cud and ruminates,
Untroubled by a world that hates.
No kinder creature can be found
Who utters such a deep, low sound.

©2018 Michael Fraley

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