My mouth, it salivates hunger.
The steak is red and juicy.
Salt grains glisten on the top.
I grab my fork and take a bite.
The butcher, he grins eager.
The meat is thick and lean.
It costs twenty dollars per pound.
He takes his knife and chops a hunk.
The factory worker, he breathes relief.
The day is endless, terribly long.
But now it’s finally over.
He slaps a sticker on the last package of meat.
The farmer, he sighs melancholy.
He grimaces at the sight of his favorite cow.
Its day has finally come.
He crosses his arms over his chest and frowns.
The farmer’s wife, she squints tired.
She leans over to look through the window.
She must search the field for her husband’s favorite cow.
There it is, at the far end of the pasture, calmly eating grass.
The farmer’s daughter, she giggles delight.
It was just born yesterday, her Daddy says.
She rubs her hands clean on her bright pink dress.
She reaches over and taps the baby cow’s head.
The mother cow, she beams pride.
He’s finally here, she says.
She looks at her newborn calf and happiness spreads through her.
She has just given birth to my steak.