I’ve informally vowed to not write poetry until I am much more old and useless, but I will point out something I saw earlier this week while driving to work.

I saw a cow, a young cow, standing still in the dead center of a medium sized field pond. The cow dropped its head to take a sip of water and looked at my car as I zoomed by, looking at him. I spent a good few minutes trying to figure out if that was a really, really, smart cow or the dumbest cow in the bunch.

I still don’t know.