A Cow Wearing a Flower Crown Under the Moonlight

The meadow is silvered by a full moon.

A gentle Holstein named Lulabelle stands in the clover, her black-and-white patches glowing like ink on parchment.

Around her head: a crown woven of moon-white daisies, butter-yellow dandelions, and soft pink clover blossoms.
She tilts her head, eyes half-closed in bliss, as fireflies orbit her horns like tiny lanterns.

A soft “Moo-oo…” escapes — not a sound, but a lullaby for the stars.

Caption: “Queen of the Night Pasture, crowned in kindness.”
A Cow Wearing a Flower Crown Under the Moonlight The meadow is silvered by a full moon. A gentle Holstein named Lulabelle stands in the clover, her black-and-white patches glowing like ink on parchment. Around her head: a crown woven of moon-white daisies, butter-yellow dandelions, and soft pink clover blossoms. She tilts her head, eyes half-closed in bliss, as fireflies orbit her horns like tiny lanterns. A soft “Moo-oo…” escapes — not a sound, but a lullaby for the stars. Caption: “Queen of the Night Pasture, crowned in kindness.” :smiling-face-with-halo: :smiling-face-with-hearts: red-heart
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