Like so many animals, cows are affectionate;
not to people, who rarely treat them well,
but to each other.
They rub flank against flank
or rest their heads on one another's backs
and a mother's soft breath on her new-born calf
may just be instinct, but looks like love.
Their cowishness (their calm ambling
and big-eyed, steady gaze)
is one of nature's countless gifts.
Robert Melliard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cows-12/
