This encounter reminded me of a poem by Austin Clarke titled "The Awakening of Dermuid"! Posted below is the part which came to my mind on seeing the sleepy cow of Koti. Do note the magical play of assonance and consonance and not-quite-rhyme in the poem.
Her lips like heavy drooping poppies
In a rich redness drowse,
Through the white winter air.
Where the waters flow,
Cradling a dream.