Day 8 of 40: Mute

Day 8 of 40: Mute

Furry patches
Black and white
Tugging and tearing
Green strands rent
From baked earth.

The congregation
Stand, sidle, and saunter;
Others lie mute,
Passively chewing.

Distant, placid gazes;
Gentle, timid souls.
A herd resting in midday sun,
Undisturbed, simple, serene.

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