Farm Pets

Farm animals caged in by mundane cement walls. Men sweep dirt and hay beneath the horses hooves who march in an endless circle. Chickens and goats bare the cold to eat food pebbles out of small hands, but no children are near. The pony horses' heads hang low, their eyes still and empty. They have blankets on their back, but not for their own benefit but to pad the soft thighs of a momentary rider. The cheese people wanted to make their imported fromages appear more "organic." Farm pets are the closest thing to the farms in Norther France where the brie comes from. The absurdity of the inference makes me glad that the animals were deserted.