Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #310
I Spied A Herd
by Belinda Roddie
I spied a herd of goats that were deployed
to graze along the untamed hills and fields.
I only could guess they had been employed
by the high school nearby. They wanted shields
from flame, and so instead of controlled burns,
some billies with a craving did the trick,
chomping on weeds and dried up summer ferns,
eating so much they must have gotten sick
(but hey, they munch on garbage, so maybe
I was way off). I restarted my stroll
and left the mammals in their jubilee -
their free buffet, as it were, as the whole
town waited for the sunset. Well, at least
I saw no salt deposits for the beasts.
by Belinda Roddie
I spied a herd of goats that were deployed
to graze along the untamed hills and fields.
I only could guess they had been employed
by the high school nearby. They wanted shields
from flame, and so instead of controlled burns,
some billies with a craving did the trick,
chomping on weeds and dried up summer ferns,
eating so much they must have gotten sick
(but hey, they munch on garbage, so maybe
I was way off). I restarted my stroll
and left the mammals in their jubilee -
their free buffet, as it were, as the whole
town waited for the sunset. Well, at least
I saw no salt deposits for the beasts.
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