This poem was written by me and inspired by a cow we lost recently giving birth, due to a prolapse.
I tried to save you, but you got stuck
I guess we both ran out of luck
My life’s been hard to say the least
And no one cares, I’m just a beast.
Our mob came in from a station west
They’d run out of food, so this was best
Our new home looked so nice and green
No rocks, no dirt, the grass was clean.
The man who wears the big brown hat
Would bring us hay so we’d get fat.
Life was good, there was no more pain
But that was short, it didn’t rain
The grass turned brown and didn’t grow
And once again we were dealt that blow.
Our tummies rumbled while we tried to feed
The calf inside who was bred for greed.
The time was here, you’re coming now
But somethings wrong, you’ve stopped somehow.
I tried to save you and give you life
But this prolapse gave me tonnes of strife
The vet just shook his head, it’s bad
The man with the hat looked on, he’s sad.
They couldn’t save you, they tried their best
But heaven will give you fun and rest.
Mumma isn’t far behind
To shoot me now is being kind
I will then no longer feel this pain,
And live where there is endless rain.
I’ll meet you at the pearly gates
Where God takes care of all his mates.