Maggie DeMay

Rookie (Angie, Louisiana)

Goddess Of The Goats - Poem by Maggie DeMay

Full moon high in the sky
fog coming in
breaking like waves
against the hills and fences
Rudder was crying
baaing her silly head off
she couldn't find her baby
at 3am

and I
Goddess of the goats
get up from my warm bed
not that it mattered
since I was awake anyway
in my flannell pj's and rubber boots
find the baby
sleeping under what's left
of the catapah tree

a tiny little creature
smaller than the big ginger cat
who guards the farm
against invasions of rodents
when he feels the urge
I take the baby to Rudder
who sniffs it and decides
yes, this is my baby
you may go away now human

Fog rolls in
while in the shrine
erected in the hallow
of the one tree
left standing
candles burn down
smoke and fog uniting

Smoke and fog
moonlight on the fields
white goats shining in moonglow
dancing hooves in the night
whip-poor-will song
with cricket harmony

And I
Goddess of the Goats
with the knowlege
that all my goat girls
and their babies
are safe
can go back to bed

Comments about Goddess Of The Goats by Maggie DeMay

  • (4/13/2006 7:37:00 PM)

    I like this, Maggie. I have no love for goats, but I loved your whippoorwill. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 13, 2006

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