The Moovement is near

I’m not enquiring about empty fields
Or grumbling about growing grass
But I’m cowering at the current
I hope I won’t mourn after movements
Of the mysterious, I’m just milking the issue

My hair stands on its ends at the
Slow moo of the suspicious beef
Pierced by eyes which don’t blink
Cruelly crunching crying grass
I’m udderly scared as they herd and plot

Lonely in their fields plotting they are
Schemes to take back their milk and cheese
Reclaim loss of hot chocolate and latte
There’s a reason why they’re not in Starbucks
Because they’re plotting to take it back
They’re envious of comfy chairs and frothy milk

I see moorderous looks in their eyes
Their intentions are black and white
In the morning nowhere to be seen
Spying on the milkman they are
They’ve brought fellow farm friends

The concerned chicken clucking for its child
Daring the man in white to play god with young
And throw the delicate oval gold treasure
Into a mess of yellowy yolky death
A strong alliance between meat and poultry
Plotting to take back what’s theirs

Hoofing around people’s kitchen windows in search
Of the white gleaming cool elixir stolen from them
Maddened by the dying spoilt semi skimmed left
Rotting away with heartbreak in the fridge

This calls for action
Unknown to humans
The fields play host
Secret meetings occur
With cows and bulls
And oxen and the rest
Conspiring and plotting
Yes they’re plotting
As evil and revenge
Is on their meaty minds