The intellectual life of a highland cow

 
One of the first photos I took with my new camera.

The beast is looking at me with

puzzled perplexity thinking,

                                     "Why do these people bother?"

monumental boredom sighing,

                                      "You sad man. Get a life."

bovine compassion empathising,

                                     "Poor man. So little hair on his wee heid."

territorial aggression, calculating,

                                    "Can I get him before he reaches the fence?"

existential well concealed joy, ruminating,

                             "Grass, blue skies, celebrity status – I've got it all."