The cow attends to what the stars share with the pasture.

Each blade of orchard grass; each leaf of chicory and clover hold a unique message. 

The moisture on her wet nose drifts close to the plants,

calling forth subtle scents as she swings her head from side to side.

She chooses which tuft she will wrap her tongue around; what she will take in,  

And then she ruminates on what she is digesting

As she ambles, stands or sits on the ground where she lives.

What does it all mean? How does it go together?

What are the glories of the day? The night? The stars? The earth?

She drinks in the present moment

And gives her milk to sustain life

And her manure to enliven the earth.