Theme: Life

The Health of Cattle


Every morning I had to milk 6 cows at five, today when
liberalism is becoming oppressive, it is called child
labour and banned. Then it was school and the three Rs.

I liked my cows, they liked me, seeing me when grazing
they looked up, moody. In the neighbouring farm, they
had thirty milking cows and milking machines, the cattle
had no name, producers of milk and that was it. Farmers
looked like doctors who when taking their white coats off,
took no more interest in their patients. Why should they?

If one dies it will be replaced by another one, white coats
are never out of work. My charge used to feed on a field of
plenty, sadly there is a housing estate there now, each house
has a tiny garden, fully inedible flower. My doctor wears
a white coat, he dispenses medicine, looks concerned
because I pay him, but I know when I die he will be too busy
to attend my funeral.   


More By  :  Jan Oscar Hansen

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Comment Well said

11-Dec-2012 17:21 PM

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