Friday Poetry: All Goats by Elizabeth Coatsworth

Another lovely poem from Elizabeth Coatsworth, a woman who knew her goats.

All Goats

All goats have a wild brier
grace;
they are as elegant as
thorns,
with little bells beneath
their chins
and pointed horns.

So quick are they upon their
feet,
so light and gaily do they
prance,
their hoofs seem sportive
castanets
to which they dance.

And as they raise sagacious
heads,
disturbed by some crude
passer-by,
they gaze upon him with a
most
satiric eye.
~Elizabeth Coatsworth

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