Cows in the Evening
She’s unsatisfied 
the wild night shift 
brings out coyotes 
I know a blue song 
when I recognize it 
prize of conviction 
a bovine torment 
I hear heartbreak 
a history of family 
social bonds tied 
up by the farmers 
there’s lots to eat 
that’s not enough 
in an open valley 
of slippery woods 
no words just tone 
easy to distinguish 
she’s been places 
in her small world 
big butter for their 
american dreams 
the herd is silent 
they feel troubles 
don’t know what to 
do about theirs 
or her own 
Copyright © 2022 by Nikki Wallschlaeger. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 28, 2022, by the Academy of American Poets.
“I live in a rural area in southeast Wisconsin called the Driftless Area, where my neighbors are dairy and beef farmers, which makes for some interesting noises. Cows are social animals with lives of their own. They’re expressive animals, so even if you can’t understand it—though you can feel it—something is being said, some sort of desire, fear, or longing.”
—Nikki Wallschlaeger