The Narrow Gate
Two of a kind, two in a barn;
A turtle, a goat in a barn.
One was wise, one not; both entered
A barn via hidden narrow gate.
The barn was full, food was plenty,
Both were hungry, lean and empty;
Down they settled, rapt in the fare.
Often, the turtle would scuttle
To the gate, slide smoothly and bask.
"What's the matter?" the goat dared ask.
"Nothing, just to gauge, who knows when..."
The goat chuckled, back to the feast.
Soon a bang, the owner had come;
To safety the turtle did thrum;
And the goat, he struggled, screaming,
"Ah! My belly, the gate's narrow."
The turtle answered, "The barn's full,
Not the stomach—ever a fool."
© 2014 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Copyright © Celestine Ikwuamaesi | Year Posted 2014
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