Going Vegan in My Dream: A Poem
In my dream I saw a little farm
sitting there on a foothill's lap
glowing in its natural charm
peaceful as if taking nap.
With no people in that dream
just some livestock all around
scattered in the morning gleam
giving away their familiar sound.
Close to me I saw a cow
with eyes so sad and mild
as if known to me somehow
now weeping gently like a child.
In my sleeping head I knew
it was her calf that she grieved
taken far away by butcher's crew
after only a year that she had lived.
I woke up eyes all wet
thinking of the stuff I eat
deciding with deep regret
not ever again to touch meat.