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.”
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.”
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