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Rated: 13+ · Fiction · Contest · #2194831
a music festival may not be musical to all
A sea of men, roaring with joy
Wow, awesome, Oh boy! Oh boy!

To me, the music heaven was a fiddle
Each drum beat posed as a needle
Sliced and pierced into my ears
Until i cried ,but none saw my tears

All my friends stood out there
Quivering and shivering in fear
For the tune or words makes us dizzy
Nowadays, THEIR music gets US into a tizzy

We mooed, bleated and clucked in protest
Our sounds of anger weren't worth a damn
before their music fest.

My little one joined the clamor too
Kicking my belly in every minute or two.
Time has come to hear my calf
THEY will decide if he will be snatched
Or she will stay to make me smile and laugh.

Suddenly, the barn door slammed open
For few moments,
The needles of noise turned into spears then
Few humans brought her inside
She was in pain but tried her best to hide

My billowing pain now found its pair
There! There she is writhing and hating
the crowd, the sound and everything in this music affair

Time was leaden for us both
The final moment became a game
A game of love and loathe
And here is my calf trying to be on his knees
But i know how soon
THEY will snatch him away for cheese

The soaring electric guitar cut my trance
Towards her and the pool of blood,
I gave a quick glance.

The tiny still body lied on the straw
Dazed mother failed to hide her feelings
She screamed with pain so raw
Apathetic music rose higher in Woodstock
Killing her dreams with jazz, fusion and hard rock.

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