Day 4: Voyeur

Today, I had to write a poem that included the word "brooding".  So, since I seem to be on an animal kick, I wrote about a group of cows I saw this morning on my drive to work.  My favorite part about poem-a-daying is the way your poetic mind is always open, always searching for an image or an idea.  It makes the whole filter through a poetic lens so that even the cows begin to look poetic!

 

Voyeur

Since dawn split the sky, the cows have been brooding hillside.
Their black and white bodies leaning comfortably
into the knee-high grass, their gazes fixed on
the line of dusty road soon to erupt in movement—
as the battered red truck full of hay comes toward them.
When the hay spills their muscles ripple with
tangible joy. A few going so far
as to kick their thick hind legs into air. 
Then the road bends into another green hill.
This one bare, still dark.  Somewhere between dawn
and joy not yet arrived to those looking for it.