What Cows Think About in the Rain

This is the poem I decided not to submit for my third assignment. We will see if I regret that decision! Two weeks to wait before I get the marks back...

What the Cow Thought About in the Rain

The cow sat down to chew the cud
and have a ruminate.
She thought it fair, if chickens brood,
opticians speculate.

Narcissists take time to reflect,
actors soliloquize;
it's probable string players fret
and sadists agonize.

Some folk on Scottish islands mull
over if ducks ponder
and divers thinking deeply will
debate if ramblers wonder.

Compulsive people must obsess,
and deer will rack their brains,
which leave the poets time to muse
on what cows think in rain.

JDaly