A Cow’s Life

If it weren’t for the last few steps it wouldn’t be so bad to be a cow. Whenever I drive by cows in a field, they are lounging around on soft grass, more or less worried about nothing. A light wind gently brushes their hair, and the warm summer sun around them looks pretty good from my perspective. Sure, there’s winter, but they have a nice coat. They have no job to attend, no bills to pay, no…