Ode To A Little Goat (Deceased)

by EK Johnson

by EK Johnson

Danni composing poetry

In celebration of National poetry month, I’d like to share one of my own original compositions straight from the Ranch Pen. Enjoy…if you can.

Ode To A Little Goat (Deceased)

You came to the Ranch Pen needing a home

because there in town, you tended to roam.

You were slightly confused, thought your mom was a dog,

You nursed her like a hog.

 

The grandkids loved you, everything was swell,

How could I know you were not very well

with you slurping from your bottle with nary a care,

your hooves in my underwear?*

 

The next morning, imagine my surprise,

when I went out and found you drawin’ flies!

Forgive me, dear little Starbuck, I’m down on my knees,

now…pass the ketchup, please.

 

Β 


No, Gramps and I did not eat the little goat. He was given a Christian farm burial and now rests in peace. And, seriously, Starbuck the goat was fine on Saturday night, but on Sunday morning he was curled up like he was asleep, dead as a door nail. My sincerest condolences to my young friend, Sarah, who trusted me not to inadvertently kill her goat…to no avail. And sympathies to Starbuck’s foster-mother dog who actually did nurse the goat along with her litter of pups.

*If you have ever bottle fed an exuberant baby goat you probably have had hooves in your underwear, too. If not, you don’t want to know how that happened.

And here are some shots in memoriam:

IMG_5453The nieces loved Starbuck

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Grandkids loved Starbuck

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Starbuck = pure happiness

Until next time, God bless all y’all. I couldn’t find a funeral dirge for a young goat, but I think Starbuck would’ve wanted us to be happy and move on with our lives. So, with that in mind, enjoy comedian Tim Hawkins waxing poetical in song with my personal favorite–his classic Delilah.

*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, but he makes me laugh and snort my ice tea up my nose.

 

 

 

 

9 thoughts on “Ode To A Little Goat (Deceased)

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  3. OMG, this is the cutest little goat ever! Do you ever have any farm animals for sale? I have cattle for sale regularly, but nothing ever this cute. They can be some really fun animals to have around the farm.

  4. I enjoyed your wry poem, Danni. Though I am sorry you lost the goat — very sweet of you to try to save him. BTW, my brother’s middle name is Starbuck. No “s” on it, though. πŸ™‚

    I must confess that I tried goat for the first time a few months ago. Not bad.

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