goats...

13 November 2017 12:00 AM

When a Billy Goat looks at you what is it thinking, ruminating on its cud, how far you are from it, and whether or not it can race you to the safety of the gate, i.e., drop kick BUTT, nah, I saw five Billy Goats today, three with red heads, and shoulders, bodies white, one all with another all black, the odd thing was these goats reminded me of dogs, never thought of a goat being a DOG, but there was that similar, perk to it, I'm not a dog person but I like the attitude, and the perkiness of these goats made me laugh, let's walk in the grass, with them, grazing, better then a lawn mower, those goats, bobbed tails, old man face, yeah, a Billy Goat is a right old fellow, ha, I am standing near the bridge, where the children play pooh sticks, from the book WINNIE THE POOH, you go to one side of the bridge, drop your sticks into the water, race to the other side, and peer over, the first one's stick to reappear is the winner. First Day of Christmas my true love sent to me, a partridge in a pear tree, I wonder about that pear tree and that partridge, once you recited that verse through all those verses (12) you'll end up with twelve partridges and twelve pear trees, hah, sun light like diamonds in the leaves of the tree, overhead, shimmering ...