Grazing in luscious rolling meadows lush,
the ascending heat causes a longing rush,
some seek the shade of the underbrush,
the wiser though seek out their afternoon slush.
Making a dash for the dense chocolate mire,
they pause not cause buffalo they hardly perspire,
their thick dark skin desires to cool off the fire,
hence wallowing in the mud you’ll never find them tire!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018