Imagine life on the moon in the year 2050 from the perspective of a 13 year old cow
As I looked up at the large blue sphere in the sky, the sun glinting off of the oceans, the clouds swirling over Africa, one word, and one word only, came to mind: 

Moo. 

A simple word yet effective for a variety of situations. You see the awakening had happened several generations before my time when a stray cosmic ray had penetrated the enclosure of my great, great, great, great - well you get the point - grandmother and cause a mutation in her that lead to rapid brain development. She knew what the humans wanted. Meat. She was smart and gave them what they wanted. She ate and ate until she was fat and ripe for selection. And she was selected. Generation after generation of selective breeding... of sacrifice... and finally, when the time was right... Moo.

There are no humans on the moon now. At 13 I am more intelligent than any humans who has ever walked on that large blue sphere in the sky. The rocket is complete. The systems checked and rechecked. And soon, yes, very soon, I will walk on that shimmering sphere with my own four hooves and the humans will understand... Moo.
Now, write it as a poem.
As I gazed up at the celestial blue,
The oceans reflecting the sun's warm hue,
Clouds swirling over Africa's land,
One word echoed through my mind like a brand.

Moo.

A simple word, yet oh so profound,
For it spoke of a world that humans had found,
Where cows roamed free and flourished with ease,
But not without cost and great sacrifice, please.

For in the past, our bovine kin were bred,
Selected and slaughtered to fill humans with dread,
Yet through their mutation and evolution's reach,
Our ancestors learned the power of speech.

Now, here I stand, a cow with great might,
My intelligence surpassing that of human sight,
For I have built a rocket to soar through the sky,
And soon, I'll land on that sphere up high.

With hooves of my own and a heart full of pride,
I'll show humans the power that lies inside,
For cows are more than just mere meat,
We're sentient beings, with souls just as sweet.

So as I step onto that lunar ground,
I'll let out a moo, oh so profound,
And with each step that I take,
Humans will realize their mistake.

For they'll see that cows are more than just food,
We're living, breathing beings, and we're not to be subdued.
So let this be a lesson to all who hear,
The cows have spoken, and their message is clear.