Where Do Cows Go?

Where do cows go when the winter rears its ugly head?
When snowflakes trickle down like small crystals of white,
Where do cows go if the grass turns color?
Changes to the ugly brown during winter,
Where do cows go when the thunder rolls in?
Do they hid under their beds like small children in dinosaur pajamas?
Where do cows go to gossip like old woman?
Do they do it at some kind of cattle salon where you get your hooves painted?
Where do cows go when life turns over a cold stone?
When the lights turn off in their eyes and the drumming in their chest ceases,
Where do cows go when God summons their soul?
When they float away from their pastures and from the heard?
Are they ever again spoken of, or heard?
I tend to wonder where all the cows go.