SUMMER CACOPHONY

Two stray goats—a wide nanny
with one on the way and a kid at her side—

wandered up the country road at dusk. 

The lost goats, looking for home,
were bleating at the front door, 

and the roosting chickens, 

never having seen goats before,

were losing their minds in an uproar,
leaving me to wonder which team won
the chicken nightmare contest:
The resident bobcat or the stray goats?

7/23/19