Animal Farm

The gaggle of cattle leers lazily in the sun. The mid day shadows drag out below their bellies towards our feet. The slobber slides down the jaw of one, as he slides his mouth back and forth with a smack.

The slender deer lift their heads and eat out of our palms. They toe up and down the steps, plucking fresh leaves from our hands. We run from animal to animal happily, thinking of the trip’s other afternoons, spent so sluggishly stretched out in the mud as the wild boars.