Hooves and Wheels

Can I say this is a Friesian,

that one a Hereford?

I lived so long in a town

and can say I have forgotten

my recollection as I wander in streets

among cars and bikes.

And yet am I so much missing

beings with four legs,

and those hooves that clomp

when stomping in the road,

ambling from one of those green fields -

chewed down a little now -

to another;

beings with their beauty,

yes, beauty that moves with abundant grace?