Poetry  – 

Thoreau and the Loose Cow

He watched her break a fence and leave her pasture.

He watched her cross a bridge and a muddy meadow
ahead of a farmer yelling and switching at her.
He heard himself urging her to go on
escaping, to vanish and stay escaped somewhere
and not come back to her farm and the cow path
and the cow shed and the rusty, empty milk pail,
to lead a larger life.