The Mountain Goat💚

On yonder hill there stands a lady, she has clambered to the very top
To espy a fleeting glimpse of those mountain goats, that wander about aimlessly on the hop
She rests a while upon a rugged rock, and gazes down at that gorged deep drop
Picking pebble stones, she throws them down below into the river, and listens for that splashy plop
Although she can smell that pungent pong of stale urine, she has sniffed this once before
When she espied a lonely goat, lying hunched upon the grassy floor
She nipped her nose from such a whiff, as this wild billy goat lay as stiff as stone, with feasting maggots by the score
That smell was absolutely repugnant, it caused fits of coughing and made her throat sore
So she descends backdown to the valley, and retraces her wet, grassy tracks, to that countryside cottage of her front door…
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Comments
wonderful poem
as always
i love mountain goats
and goats in general
good morning Jill!!!!!!
Thanks luv & Goodmorning 🌹❤️🌹