Dotting the horizon,

grazing without a care,

the cows sit and stare

at the man riding over there

doing his rounds,

defending the herd.

On a warm summer’s night

they moo with delight,

gathered round the pond,

it is quite the sight.

The herd now moves,

meandering along,

searching for fresh flora

all together now

roaming the plains.

But life is not always pleasant

the herd is attacked by beasts

the weak and weary fall first

running with all their might

powered only by their fright.

Across the plains

through the trees

the herd runs along

away from the fear

away from the beasts

they only run.

Finally, escape

the herd may finally rest

until the next days

where they face more tests.