Goat

I was looking for a donut

I took a short cut

Across the muddy field

I came upon a bathtub with its enamel peeled

In it was a goat splashing around

Making his goaty sound

When he saw me he stopped and said

“The water’s too cold and I want to be fed.”

“What do goats eat?” I thought as I headed for the convenience store

I got him three packs of cigars and a quart of beer–that was it, nothing more

When I got back to the tub, he had left

I could see his hoof marks with the cleft

He was headed toward the pharmacy across the way

What he was after I couldn’t say