on a stucked traffic,
that you could not bother to add on extra thump of blood through the vessels,
and then you just drive,
like the other lifeless zombies to the graveyard.
Then you heard something that you weren't supposed to notice,
"on the way back home",
that there was a cow, standing on the lorry.
She's in choco brown.
Not too fat nor skinny,
rather small she is.
I even intend to moo to her
on a half-hanged window
of all the things I do, besides driving.
And I was then reminded about Hari Raya Haji the day after.
One lonely moo in a lorry,
I couldn't function much on thinking,
but to be trapped in emotionally... just lets me down,
of the cow,
heading to the same direction we all are destined,
settled on the other side of an unknown.
For the purpose of being sacrificed,
moo- rest in peace.
Selamat Hari Raya Haji,
Salam Aidiladha to the muslim friends.
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