Walking down a country road
I spot a cow lying on it's side.
Her sides are heaving and blood slowly trickles
out of her open mouth.
I stand under a tall oak, feeling helpless as
she lifts her head and cries out in pain.
I turn and continue walking,
thinking about steak for dinner.

A fork forms out of my path,
one to the right, one to the left.
I stand for a full twenty seconds
trying to decide which way to take.
I have no recollection of this road, though I have
walk down it many times
to my lovers grave.
I finally chose to go left, because it seems
the most familiar.

The trees grow larger the further I walk,
the wind is stronger and leaves hurl around like
small tornado's.
I continue walking, quickening my pace, trying to reach
my lovers grave,
when I see a familiar fence.
I glance out of the corner of my eye and see
the sick cow, but it is no longer calling
out for help, no longer heaving
at the sides.

I cross through the boards of the
enclosure, walking over to the new born
I see the aftermath of the birth all around me,
including a new orphan in the world.