OREO COWS

Greener Here
J.B. Rowell

Belted Galloways in silo shadow,
watch us stand on the bottom slat
of white-painted fence watching them.

One family of all who come to see
the Oreo cows. Not milked or eaten,
these cows are pets, ornamentation even,
donning the green roll from the busy road.

My daughter pulls grass, it's greener
here, she says. Brings handfuls
to the matching goats, with the same
black-white pattern, across the street

that leads to the old inn, surrounded
by multi-use
community.



This place really exists, eerily too good to be true.