Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Wire


Someone cut the wires to our back pasture
Some time ago, probably

The electric fence to keep the
Goats from marauding in my
Garden was out,
And there they were this frigid
Morning,
When I woke up and checked out the
Back pasture from
Our bedroom window

There they were,
Having at the smoke bush

And when he went out, then, this morning,
Grousing at me, and crabby
He stayed out for a very long time

And I actually started to worry.
Soon enough, before
I would have gone to look for him

He came through the paddock from the pasture
Swinging the brush saw.

But all he did was fix the fence.

Someone else cut the fence wires to the back pasture.

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