Goat

A rusty key coffee-coloured goat leaps
With wings on it’s feet, across the ground.
Tasting like torment, it’s looking for trouble,
Eating everything in it’s path.
It’s leaping like a dancer, it’s an eating machine,
A fence jumper and a plant eater.
Can you play? Is what it’s dying to say.
That’s why I love my goats.