Chew On That

The sun, unseen in three days, smiled through an opening of the clouds just as I drove by a pasture. When I pulled over, intent upon writing the light of inspiration I had seen, a cloud of gray filled the gap, and rain began to fall, washing away my words. Looking through a wet windshield I saw a lone cow standing there, in the center of the field, she was not there a moment ago. But, there she stood, staring at me, chewing cud. The motions of her mouth looking for all the world as if she were laughing.