“How now , Brown Cow “ I greeted as she strolled into the bail
Regarding me without surprise she gently flicked her tail ,
“You’re not a bad old girl , you know “ - her brown and kindly eyes
Had always seemed so knowing and so very , very wise .
I told her all my troubles as I leaned against her side ,
My cheek upon the friendly warmth of silken patchwork hide ,
The soft hiss of the foaming milk my morning symphony ,
“I wonder what you’d say , old girl , if you could speak to me ?
Would we discuss the weather or talk of cabbages and kings ?
Perhaps you could interpret morning songs the magpie sings ?”
Daisy, chewing fragrant cud thought “ Udder rubbish , Silly -
I’d say -
Warm your icy hands, you brute, they’re always too damn
chilly !! ”