Spilt Wine

As I was driving to work this morning, I saw a run away cow. This cow was trotting along side the railroad tracks. The nearest dairy was at least a of couple miles. It was just odd to see him by himself running next to train tracks, as if he was running from his impending doom. The dreadful doom of becoming some rich guy's filet mignon, some middle class guy’s T-Bone steak, some poor man's beef stew or maybe Ronald McDonald’s double cheese burger.

Maybe, he is running from the day- to-day experiences of seeing the same old cows, eating the same old hay, living in the same old place.

Run Cow, Run! I want you to Run, because I can’t!