Some Cows Too Born To Be Lucky

To say physically no less a mortal than a monarch would not be a lie
Though she does not realize that she was born to die
She lay out of the warm sun chewing her cud in the shade of a cypress tree
She looks far more contented than miserable me
On young grass far more nutritious than silage or hay
Quite happy in her life gaining weight by the day
The lone old red hereford cow in a fenced two acres with a few cypress trees
To shelter by from the sun and the rain and the often gusty breeze
That blow from the ocean through the flat coastal countryside
That some cows like some humans are born to be lucky cannot be denied
Too old for to breed calves a seven year old girl's pet
Who happens to be the only child of the local vet
In the shade of a cypress chewing her cud she does lay
Some cows too born to be lucky it does seem this way.