At grandmother’s
A cow grazes
In the grass.

You won’t believe it –
You’ll want to perceive it –
But I saw it with my own eyes,
And wrote it down for all time:

The cow chews green hay
But white milk it gives away.
So, where does the green go?
Perhaps it turns into toads,

Crocodiles, string beans?
Or maybe, into green
Green dreams?