The fear is obvious in the mooing
Urgent strides across the creek and fields
The lost cow shakes her head
Searching for her herd
Bounding away from helpers pedestrian
Seeking to return
Without her fellows she can only cry
And listen for their mooing reply
Along the road her wander takes
Her head not ceasing it's sideways quake
The sound will find you in the heart
And make you wish to sing her home
Follow along is all I can do
Calling authorities, directing them hence
Her wander calms as she senses a friend
Bearded farmer's "come on girl" calms
Trotting to him her head is rested
Back in static hugeness low
I mount my cycle and off I go
Wondering if my herd is near
Roman Ryan 