That Baby Goat

A little doll, that baby goat
Unsteady legs and soft brown coat
A wonderful addition to the farm

In front of you, before you knew
Just sprouted up and grew and grew
Till she could not sleep in their water bowl

With her new horns she did commence
To get her head stuck in a fence
Made us afraid a dog would do her harm

The other day, we took a walk
Missy was mum, and so I talked
And wondered where was Muffin on our stroll

We made some noise and called her name
And then we did, and did again
Then she appeared; the third time was the charm

I am no vet, no way to tell
Just felt to me she was not well
So I suggested that she might be sick

They went outside and checked that night
Up and around, she seemed alright
So none of us gave it a lot more thought

She spent the day out in the sun
But mostly leaned against her mum
And we all hoped that that would do the trick

But it was clear that she was thin
Her ribs were plain beneath her skin
We guessed it was a parasite she caught

Still looking poor and much forlorn
She’d get a treatment in the morn
Instead she passed that night; it took her quick

I look for her but she’s not there 
It’s likely odd that I would care 
But life at times can seem a sad affair

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A Tripadi with some end rhymes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Hankins Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 9:30 AM
So sad, Jeff. But, as you know, life is a cycle. We, as do animals, come and go. Hard to explain to children.
Forbes Avatar
October 1, 2022 at 9:07 PM
My daughter and I have rescued 50+ newborn goats (of the male persuasion) from a dairy farm. Lost one. SO SAD! They were all so precious. Found all the rest new homes. This struck a chord for me. Thank you!
Kyser Avatar
October 2, 2022 at 11:10 AM
That's awesome, Becky. They are sweet, gentle animals.
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