I was sitting at the window
Fields were lush green,
with the Alps adding to sheen,
Children were playing,
Herds were grazing,
Suddenly the woman appeared,
Looking at her a cow stirred
The woman started running,
and the cow started following,
My heart started pounding,
as I apprehended some hitting and dashing,
I stood straight, to see what's next,
I started to pray, the cow to calm down and to woman to getaway
The woman entered a house,
The Cow followed her
She came out with a tub,
The Cow stood before her
She caressed her hand over the cow's back,
The cow stood beside her, then ate from the rack,
I was surprised, to see things turning differently,
What I thought and How it was...
Sometimes the scene is different than what we see
Sometimes the language is not what we read...
I was happy to see the Care for the Pet
I was happy to see the Love for the Master
P.S I was in Himachal Pradesh last week. I had been observing things out of my Hotel room window. The life in the faraway villages are so different and interesting than our mundane city life. I felt very touched when I learn t the woman was hurrying to feed the calf.
* I am combining Follow and Language prompt (Sunday Scribblings) into this single post.