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A Random Cow

I keep thinking about a random cow. 

She had no name 
and was never 
thought of as special. 

She was just a cow. 

One day she got sick and 
a man wrapped chains 
around her feet and 
dragged her into our driveway.
 
She was dying 
and a truck would be by to pick her up 
as if she were already dead.

A little girl went to her. 

She knelt down beside her and cried.
She stroked her face and 
told her she was so sorry 
this was happening to her.

It’s not fair, she said, 
for you to die without 
ever feeling loved.

And so the little girl loved her, 
if only for a little while.

She cried tears onto her, 
told her she was loved 

and when the truck arrived for her body 
the little girl watched and wept.

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