love is blind among livestock and fowl

[aqueous_sammo]

Grass Dancing

"Perhaps dreaming is meditating before language existed.  Animals certainly dream." -Mary Oliver

The ox chewed.
And snorted.
And dreamed herself a ballerina,
nimble and light,
graceful enough
to make even the field grass envy her.
The ox plodded.
And grunted.
And dreamed that he loved her--
the swan who graced
the bend in the river nearby.
And though quiet,
humble maybe,
it would be a filling love--
with steady glances,
with feathers, by and by.
The ox plumped to the ground,
swished her tail,
and dreamt of heaven
with muddy water and sunlight,
and all of her children,
ballerinas and swans.
The ox closed her eyes.
And slept.
And dreamed.