Rocky
Rocky
Rock is not a racehorse,
he is a tiny Billy goat.
He thinks he is much larger
than he really is.
One day,
he will be all that he believes
he already is.
That will be a good day,
for Rocky.
Rocky is the color black
with very long hair.
It is soft and squishy to the touch.
He had horns on his head,
but they were removed.
Now he likes scratches there,
and cries sometimes.
Rocky is still a baby yet.
He is on the baby bottle.
Three times a day,
I am on my way,
to make sure his belly stays full.
Rocky will eat hay and oats,
and tin can boats when he is older...
but not today, no way.
Then...
Lucy came to live with us.
She is a goat-like Rocky.
She is brown like caramel,
and round like the sun.
It mirrors her disposition.
She is happy and sweet,
and Rocky loves...
to smell her feet.
Life is getting busy here,
on the Iris Acres.
It is a place,
to be quiet,
and watch the flowers grow.
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