On the Farm

Hogs love the cool mud against their skin 

On a hot summer day

It makes them sleepy, 

and understandably so…

Goats are sure that 

all grain is for them,

as well as all hay, grass, and tree bark.

‘Come feed us,’ they bleat,

as the afternoon wanes.

And who is it, we wonder,

amongst the ducks, geese, and chicks

Who hides a timepiece,

tucked away in a shiny down vest.

Stand by the gate with an eye on the door

lest our humans forget us.  

Come visit us on the farm…

Cheers,

Gus

feather pen with egg

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