The Escapees

The Escapees The goat by the wayside had sun flecked eyes rhombus brown pupils… and silky white wool. But it was not alone, together with a donkey that had brown eyes which exuded endless patience, and long lashes; they both were on the way to town where a circus said it needed more animals and promised hay, dry straw to sleep on and fame. But knew, as I heard an ohm of a plane overhead, that it is difficult to find your way back home and remembered my mother watering plants on the window sill while I was biking up and down the road showing off. I took the animals back to the farm the agrarian was glad to see them, the goat was his pet, the donkey too now that he had a blue tractor, yet both make the domestic landscape more picturesque.