Beneath the shade of massive oaks
lies a heap of bovine tranquility
Silver-gray, like boulders strewn
closely upon the grassy lea
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This reminds me of hanging out in a field of cattle when I was young, and we'd swim in their watering hole. You described the scene perfectly.
I GUESS IN THIS MEETING OF CATTLE, THERE ARE NO BULLS. JUST THE GABBING. A TEN FOR THEIR GAB