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