Morningscape

For a few years now, I have made a habit of stepping out with a cup of tea and staring at the grazing cows. I spend up to an hour just looking at them put their heads down and chew the grass. I never tire of seeing it. 

In recent days though, I have started seeing much more. There is a red tractor, red bricks, labourers with red bandanas all furiously at work. They are building.

At times, they see me stare and smile. It's a cold, unforgiving smile. They know what they are taking away from me.