Trysting With Cows

Today, I visited a herd of cows No calling card, I dropped in uninvited Rudely, I interrupted their peaceful grazing Each cow from a distance Seemed to be wearing ear rings The piercings, on closer inspection Were stamped with numbers Like convicts in a Gulag We stood and stared at each other Over a metal fence. How to communicate? How to crack the bovine code of understanding? This is what we must face in outer galaxies Survival might be key to mutual living A one horned matron head-butts a sister aside To win a better view of this two legged creature Standing incongruous, like a bull in a china shop They probably talk of this intrusion for weeks