Low Smoking Cow

Low Smoking Cow

Low Smoking Cow

Low Smoking Cow

The low smoking cow,
down on it’s knees
laid down in a field,
looking so calm.

After a run
along concrete walkways
it’s a smile on my face,
ink for my pen.

This morning’s turned cold,
the years slowly ending,
it’s all just as obvious,
as the low, smoking, cow.

Posted by jason in Poetry