What do you think of this Robert Frost poem?

[hah]

The Cow in Apple Time
Robert Frost

Something inspires the only cow of late
To make no more of a wall than an open gate,
And think no more of wall-builders than fools.
Her face is flecked with pomace and she drools
A cider syrup. Having tasted fruit,
She scorns a pasture withering to the root.
She runs from tree to tree where lie and sweeten.
The windfalls spiked with stubble and worm-eaten.
She leaves them bitten when she has to fly.
She bellows on a knoll against the sky.
Her udder shrivels and the milk goes dry.

[Buk]

Typical Frost.
A poem about a cow that is supposed to.....I don't know....

[Baby's blues rock!]

I think the cow got milk fever.
What is it about Frost anyway?
She was udderly crazed.. with the fever
but I thought the cow jumped over the moon?
Or perhaps mad cow disease is nothing new
or feverish poetic minds are renowned.