#160 The Cattle & Their Master...

The roads were long

and often empty,

a trail running amidst

this never ending grassland,

as if someone painted

with a brown brush

in the middle of

a thousand shades of green..

The only passerby's were

the innocent mob of cattle

always in a herd

indicating fiercely to stop,

that it is their land

and we owe them

for the air that we breathe..

True, yet ironical

how we have built up

this spitting image for them,

as the cattle master came

and waved his thin stick

to shoe them all in the direction

of his will...