Highland Cows (MS)

I love to see the cattle of Scotland

with their horns stretching to kiss
the highs of heaven.

Can I sit alone watching them for just a moment?

Let me feel that I connect with something
other than human thoughts all day,
long enough for the Highland cows
to look with pity on my face.

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