her brown eyes

Ah!  The cows.
blue on a black background
hungry bulls roaming around,
each one taking turns to make a personal visit
with an indifferent female he was about to wed.
non stopping until their appetites were fed
and the barn door closed tightly for the night.
five days later,
my favorite dog hit a terminal phase:
the vet said it was only a matter of days
and i sobbed rather noisily.
i promised to make a prayer flag for her grave
and string it by the entrance to the cave.
i will be forever haunted by her brown eyes.