Goats are their meals
Yet, they seldom hunt for them
Staring is their gimmick
An antic that hypnotizes the animal
And the unsuspecting owner
Their search and its style are unique
Evading any onlooker
The stares are prompt and spontaneous
And the actions are impromptu
A sight, a look, the signal and the action
Goats disappear living no traces
Whatever makes up their stare?
Neither humans nor goats knows
Then the amazing traits
Eyes grow larger with continuous practice
The practice is irreversible
They become thieves of goats
Olaniyi G. Akanji
© 2015
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