Someone has to talk about cows
A walk to the Rio Paute, Uzhupud, Ecuador
25 cows in the field
25 young and mature girls
Rouse, en masse
Towards the fence, a one-wire
Nellie #28 pushes girls aside
I stare at her, the poet, lost
In the swoons of milky black and white
Young girls, stocky girls, mothers
Pink udders full
Stopping, firm
Right at the one-wire fence
If they push one step more
Towards me
The wire will snap in two
I am not really safe
A wire-away
Look, look again
The one next to Nellie has a tag
Marked F4
I think she is fucked.
The Rio Paute roars in my ears
My eyes fall out
I do not hesitate a moment longer
I don’t want to come back
As a cow grazing in this valley of grass
high in the andes 
Ahhh, your words evoke similar feelings in me, in spite of the fact that I know cows to be docile and gentle and unlikely to hurt you – unless they think you threaten their calf. This is a delightful piece of country experience.
Thank you! Had to rewrite it several times to get the threat of their force right.