The white cow on the hillside 33 lines

White cow on the hillside - No of lines: 33


She was the last born.
The Color of the moon with
A glazed, faraway look.
The one who asked, 'Why should I'?
Why should I be gentle?
Why should I eat hay?
Why should I go home soon?
Why should I stay at home and make little calves?
So that pesky children can drink more milk?


One day when she was three,
She saw the full moon rising above the hill.
It melted her heart with love and light.
For the first time, she asked herself,
'Why shouldn't I?'
Why shouldn't I hold and caress the ball of dusty glow?
The one that was bathing the world with its radiant flow.


She pined away.
Little did she eat, and time quelled all her heat.
The bulls said 'Oh, that one? She is beat'.
Making babies? Giving milk?
'No sir is it not for me', said she.
'You can't live here for free, said the farmer.
And let her go.


She ran up the hill, through bramble and brook.
Exhausted and elated to cuddle her love.
Days came and went; the moon rose and fell.
Wise she became and now she knew.
It was beyond all her eagerness and grasp.
But it did not break her spark.
She walked the days with song in her heart.
For the sight of the moon every starry night.


If you happen to hear a moo at night
Remember, it is just the happy and mad -
White cow on the hillside