Cowboys

by

Dr. Mark Winegar

Cowboys!
Don't get me wrong.
I enjoy a good burger just as much as the next guy.

But, driving home from Yankton, South Dakota, I stopped at a light.
I was sitting behind a big red Diamond-D livestock trailer sporting an Iowa license plate when I noticed that familiar essence.

Just then I noticed a pair of the biggest brown eyes you've ever seen.
They were peeking out at me.
Yes, this is cattle country.

First one pair.
Then two.
I noticed a few more head riding in this death wagon being hauled behind a four-wheel drive Ford F-250 pick-em-up truck.

Yes, I live in cattle county but I'm not from here.
Michigan is my home.
Growing up there, back east, I wanted to be a cowboy.
I even wore cowboy duds and a pair of six shooters.
Now, I'm here but I'll never be a cowboy.

I'm content to eat my burgers innocently.
Ignoring the deaths my lunch represents.
Ignorant of the fact that cows have feelings too!
But, I can't.

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from: Woking, England, UK

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