Black and white cows
with crumpled horns
stray over fields
of paint box green;
cottonwool clouds
wander the sky
a fat-red barn
spills scented hay.
Basket willows
shade a secret stream
and old farmer Pavic
stares up at the sky.
One of his cows lies
its legs in the air
and the farmer's daughter
sits still as a stone.
Only her hands move,
tremble and writhe,
two trapped birds
with no place to fly.