Thursday, March 10, 2011
Gift of a goat sunset
The skies were weary and tired. They cried all day mixed with bouts of tantrum winds. I held my head into my coat, whispering to myself, "Please, bring me warm days for my lambs."
A goat walked to me. He smiled the entire way. He's a goat, but he thinks of himself as an acrobat, flying off hay bales like a trapeze artist.
"I will make the sky full of sun and flowers for you," he said as he leapt as high as the barn roof, landing on all fours.
"Are you happy for it?" he then asked, his job finished.
"I am," I told him.