We know they are more than dots
on a hillside that changes color
constantly, no matter how much
we wish it would stay green.
Sometimes we serve them
the best alfalfa hay we can buy,
read their habits and listen
for instructions. We even pray
to their gods for relief, for grass,
for rain. Given time, we learn
to think like they do, understand
what it takes to get along
with the weather, with politics
and the price of beef, but
most of all, with each other.
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