Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Poem for Wednesday and Caprikorn Farm

The Goat
By Aaron Fogel

If you are a goat, do you believe
What people tell you about
Goats, and eat
Tin cans?
There’s no goat that foolish.
Or is there?
The goat of the universe believed
What people told him about universes
And came into existence.
Bang!  How naive can you get?
Even the scapegoat is not as naive
As (God help him) the universe that
Agreed to exist.
A word to the wise: Don’t eat tin cans.
Don’t listen. Don’t exist.

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Look, a poem! That's even thematically connected to the photos! But my Tuesday was really pretty boring. Shutterfly extended their Cyber Monday sale, so I made a bunch more holiday presents for people, and I did a bunch of cleaning-up chores and even got some writing done. The linens have been washed, dried, and put away, which just leaves one more load of clothes.

We had a DC night -- The Flash, better than last season but the Cicada storyline is already starting to drag, then Black Lightning, characters stronger than sci-fi but I don't care, then this week's Supergirl, where the characters sometimes annoy me but the stories have been great. As promised, here are the goats of Caprikorn Farm a couple of weekends ago, trying to eat treats and me:

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