City cows love scooters,
though some walk or ride a bike.
Some catch a bus or take a cab
to the city spots they like.
They adore a museum visit
and a picnic in the park.
They eat tacos or falafel
from their favorite lunchtime carts.
A city cow loves playgrounds,
and spraygrounds and the zoo;
farmers markets, libraries,
and rooftop swimming, too.
Sometimes they like to stay at home
and enjoy their city block.
They water plants, they sweep the stoops,
they share their sidewalk chalk.
And then there are those weekends
when the city cows cut loose:
They visit friends, they dance all night
and sip on cold cow juice.
They love how many different cows
from different sorts of places
make friends with one another
and share their city spaces.
In concert halls, they tap their toes.
In baseball parks, they cheer.
At plays, they clap and yell, “Bravo!”
In bagel shops, they schmear.
In Chinatown, for dim sum,
they eat dumplings by the dozen.
And when they need a city break?
They go see their country cousins. (“MOO.”)
[Art note: The country cousins are normal cows, in a normal cow pasture, with hay, etc.]