Blackie
And blackie was her precious name
She was a shade of black and gray
She was gentle and smart and tame
Her silly antics made my day
But one day when the time's not right
I found her laying stead and still
The lovely goat that once was bright
Made its way to the highest hill
*For my goat that just died*
October 25, 2023
Copyright © Roger Roger | Year Posted 2023
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