How do I begin to describe the teardrop shape of your oh so adorable face that makes me pine for nothing but a little nuzzle? And your dear hoofs that are so perfectly articulated that they put jealousy in the tin hearts of cookie cutters – Oh! Your beautiful budding horns: what form would germinating seedlings know to take without those model perky nubs you have? Even your excrement, all in bundles, welcomes the muse to sing tales of fine confetti. High tales of thoroughbreds have nothing on your technical prowess traversing rock slopes, oh nimble footed ones. Jump, goat!
To the Mountain Goats (November 16, 2010)In by Fannie on November 26, 2010 at 6:56 pm