Love Lies Bleating
(thank you, reginald dwight)

when i was a child, i wore shoes on my hands and crawled around the floor on all fours.
clip clop clip clop.
goaty was the name, saving lives was the game.
saint frances of the neverworld,
my purpose was search and rescue.
find the lost
protect the weak
love the ugly.
clippity clop! clippity clop!
throw in a head toss and a snort for good measure.
strange embodiment for a little girl,
a cloven hooved masculine energy;
i like to think i was channeling pan--
genus capra,
or faunus, as the romans would say.
stubborn goaty,
loving in your unruly, goatish fashion,
how could anything as sure-footed as a goat be as clumsy as you?