eventide

recorded the cows today.

later
in the house
the farmer stood in the doorway like a rock
with my headphones on
fascinated.
imagine,
fascinated by the sounds of his own cows,
as if he'd never heard them before.

and i wondered if he heard something there that i did not.

maybe he could read in the sound of their breath
an opinion
about the food, or weather,
or perhaps he was trying to see if he could tell which cow he was hearing

in any case, he stood there, this sturdy small man in overalls,
with my headphones on
listening
for a long long time