The calf brushed against its mothers
wet cold hair to try and keep warm
the clouds were black floating across the sky
the sun glared through the clouds over the mountains
the herd of cows grazing in the open
bent their heads gnawing on
brown tall overgrown grass
dead branches and sprinkles of rain sored
mountains peaked in the distance
over the field with nothing but fear of the storm ahead
the heard trotted fast
rain hit down on the dead grass
attempting to give it life
the sky growling with sadness
the cows herded into a brown decaying shed in the midst of the field