Random Street Art : Cow found downtown

I grew up living with a dairy accross the street behind our house. Thousands of cows just yards away. It smelled like manure 100% of the time, but I remember the stench being especially strong in the mornings. It was the kind of smell that was thick and earthy, that you could taste. In the mornings you could see a field of steam rising from beneath the cows hoofs. We would get really thick fog sometimes in the mornings and as we drove to school and passed the cows all we could see were faint black and white ghost cows standing still just beyond the fence. We had our own cow at one point, he lived in one of the acres behind our house, there was only a small country road separating his pen from the dairy cows, and sometimes he would escape. We would go back to feed him and he'd be gone. We would find him mingling with the dairy cows a half mile away, having found a broken part of the fence. He must have been lonely in his own pen, knowing that just a few feet away he could be with a whole cow community. The dairy isn't running anymore, but you can still smell the manure. Sometimes when I go over to my mom's and smell the old dairy I look arcoss the street and imagine it still filled with cows looking back at me.