the cows

it's a long day for the cows.
black
and white, brown spotted,
grazing on
grass, lingering
beyond the gated fence.
hardly moving
in the midday sun.
beyond the barn
where a red windmill spins.
not a care
within them, just the blue
sky,
the day, one not unlike
the other.
how quickly, how slowly
it all goes
until the end.