Grass-Fed Beef: Haiku Edition

This submission for our tell-us-why-you-love grass-fed beef (vs. feedlot beef) comes from Los Angeles, California. Sunny Weiner offers two haikus in honor of a rib-eye she grilled last month and the release of Haruki Marukami's door-stop novel 1Q84:

Cud

Grass: sun, rain, and soil.

That's all. That's terroir. Taste it?

The happy cow did.

Crud

Where am I? It stinks!

No grass and too many cows.

I miss green pastures.

Kompei, Sunny! Profound and poetic and vaguely disturbing all at the same time--the quintessence of great art!