In the Golden Pasture
All in the splendour of its colours and heavenly wings
Why it was bestowed with the gift upon entry
Of such soul and spirit
The Glory of the moo-ing
When it sings
On earth it served its purpose
Beautiful and rich milk or beef
The apple of its farmer's eye
So sad was the family when at long last
It was time to Moo on into the sky
God is blessed at this arrival
What an entrance
Simlpy awesome and wow
But in all of the fury
It seemed to get lost in a hurry
Where Art Thou < Holy Cow ?! ...
~CreativePurpleSpiritPoet2013