A chilly night of July,

black and white cows,

chewing cud,

in peace,bound to the ground.

A night of dark blue,

white patches,etching their way,

towards nothingness,

in solitude I write,I dream.

Away from the world,

for a minute or two,

lost with passion,startling,

I fell,endless,the night haunted.

My lovely friend,

stands nearby in hope,

lifts his hands,towards the heavens,

awaiting a lost signal,blind but with soul.

A cow nearby,

expends all what-

it gained,it huffs,

with relief and joy.