I had a moonlit dream
and asked myself if I’d be better
born a human - or a cow -
as if I could, like, choose my form:
to be honest I dunno
whether to become huge and simple, eat grass
24/7 - or bang on and on about the mortgage,
pension, kiddies, final blow.
All in all, today
I lean towards a munching low
and moo into my future,
knowing what’s of note;
a meadow, calves and parlors,
sun and quiet moon.
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