Goat Poem

Salvation

Goat pokes his sharp white face
into the end of day

Sheep and Cow’s evensong chorus
have awaken mild curiosity

But slit eyed wisdom
knows

The Man with the bucket of oats
has already come and gone.

Carol Carlisle

Margo Rody  Asked us to go for a walk and be open to the unexpected. During Saturday’s ramble at the local Little Farm the setting sun hit the hillside and light up a goat single goat face magnificently! It called for a click from my camera and a poem.
Happy Tuesday!