The Goat

you are the goat
set free on the field
of green grass
and you eat every
herb that your
eyes feast upon

unleashed your
feet jump for your
freedom

now your master
has come and
takes a glance
of your beautiful
body

he stares at you
looking closely
in your face for
that last laughter

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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