They Ate Weeds

When the goats escaped

they walked right past the garden,

an abundance of delicious

leafy-green vegetables

to eat weeds.

 

It’s not the fence

that truly confines them.

 

I won’t test this theory though.

 

I immediately led them back

to the pasture

where they ate weeds

while I mended the fence.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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