A Goat

A Goat, with big horns,
came into our yard.
It was a Male of
a questionable kind,
that was remarkable
with his reddish, black coat
with a luxurious shine.
Whence is your journey?
I asked of he.
I'm off to the City
where I'll soon live free,
to eat Blackberry vines
as my daily fare
While looking for others
with the same beautiful hair.