a perfect goat

she is a perfect goat
nibbling at every thing
in absent-minded presence

i tried to tickle
her hairy chin.
she left
for a walk-about
with an indignant stare

she doesn't like humans
though we are also animals,
hurt and lost and cold.

maybe she just doesn't need us.
maybe she just fears
closeness to predators.
and she is easily bored
as all goats are.

she prefers
grass and bark
and thistles.
no tree is safe from her.

her insatiable curiosity
keeps her
aloof.

she is floating
in the sky
and sometimes
she grins
to herself.

and we don't know
about the company
she keeps inside.

some of us will wait
for her.
but as i am many,
i do not know
who will be there
when she returns.

maybe she does.
know.