He loves to take
A country ride,
Shotgun in the truck;
Takin' in
The country sights,
Where creatures run amok.
He's caught a glimpse
And sensed the scents,
Of bovine on display;
A herd of cows
Are gathered 'round
A feeder full of hay.
I stop awhile
To watch him watch,
Reflecting on the scene,
Beneath a living
Sky of blue,
Just what it all could mean.
I wonder if
He thinks the thoughts
That you or I would think;
If somehow
Every living beast
Shares some common link.
