We were careful as we entered the dark barn.
There are always hoes, rakes, and scythes lying around.
You do not want to step on something that means stitches.
I had done that before.
What is grandpa keeping in here? I wondered.
My cousin said “there is something alive. Maybe a goat?”
Our goal was the hay mow. We love playing up there.
We reached it before day break
We heard a clunk, and there was a ladder next to the mow.
My cousin looked as startled as I felt.
Someone was in here with us. Someone who could move a ladder.
A few minutes later an alpaca in sunglasses appeared.
Apparently, he was standing on the ladder.
“Is that an alpaca?” My cousin whispered.
“Sure is,” the alpaca whispered back.
We are having the pink alpaca parade today
This was told to me enthusiastically, and right away.
I thought it was weird to be celebrating the eighth of May
But then again, that’s the day the alpaca is the most merry and gay.
Anna Alpaca is a sight.
with long, long legs and long, long neck.
She’s almost as tall as a kite!
I lean in to give her a peck
and when I am too close she spits
to let me know to go away.
She’s not rude, it’s just how she gets.
It is her way of saying “Nay!”
Showing elegance and true grace
in her chic shabby rose gray coat,
In my heart she has found a place.
I wish she fit in my pink tote!
She could model on a runway,
she’s such a nice little cutie!
If you are good and let her play,
she might be your sweet patootie!
She softly hums among the grass
listening with long pointy ears
for angry threats that might harass.
She sounds alarm if danger nears!
Her curly hair and big brown eyes
are deeply soft and sweet to see.
She should win a special top prize
for being perfectly lovely.
Mom drives us to our Auntie’s farm
so we can run and play.
She thinks it will be no harm
for us to spend the day.
Muriel Mule sings hee-haw,
and we all clap our hands.
It was fun to laugh and guffaw
since we are her greatest fans.
Daphne Duck quacks in glee
while Gary Gander flaps his wings.
Prissy Pig and Gabby Goat agree
to dance when Randy Rooster sings.
Emma Emu sways her head.
Anna Alpaca is spitting.
We call her rude until Auntie said
“For her, it is quite fitting.”
We spent the day with our friends
until it was time to go home.
Mom says we'll come on weekends,
if we’re sweet as honeycomb.
She is the talk of the barnyard the alpaca’s whispered in tones.
She is gorgeous, leggy, furry, and she has the prettiest bones.
We were anxious to meet her but were jealous right away of course.
Everyone was super excited about her beauty, even the camel and horse.
lying on her hill top knoll
the great Pyrenees half dreams
doing what she was born to
as alpaca sleep
Oh my Alpaca
Has purple spots
You can see them when he trots
I'll take his wool to make a sweater
Then we'll both have purple spots
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