The Cow Among Horses

The cow looks out at all the horses,
Sees them running free and wild,
Able to let it all out.
Not the cow.
The horses are secure and stable,
All they have to do is run,
Run and be admired.
Not the cow.
The mares neigh, the stallions come,
Heads held high, prancing around,
Watching for a sign to proceed.
Not the cow.
The horses have friends,
Loyal through and through,
Never alone.
Not the cow.
The horses are beautiful,
Their bodies never betraying,
Only breeding when desirous.
Not the cow.
Everyone wants a horse,
Looks them over,
Tries to buy one.
Not the cow.

The cow among horses
Tries so desperately to blend in,
To become a horse,
To not be the cow.
No matter how hard the cow tries,
She will always just be a cow.
No matter if the horses want to let her in,
It will always just be a cow.
Oftentimes ignored,
All the cow wants
Is to be loved.
No one loves a cow.
No stallions for the cow,
Just a mangy bull
Who doesn't even want her.
No one wants a cow.

The cow among horses
Is waiting to be slaughtered.


Written June 22, 2009