He has horns, His friend does not, But here they are, In the same sunny spot.

His friend is blind, But he can see, He doesnt leave him behind, But measures his steps with loyalty.

He leads his friend to pastures green, Yet no thanks does he receive, A miracle of love not often seen, That no poet ever dared conceive.

He is a goat, His friend is a horse, They are bound by freewill, Not by force.

When I look upon this world, Fragmented by human division, It makes me wonder what a farm animal would envision.

Were supposed to be superior,

But I guess it isnt so, Hidden in their simple minds, Is a secret that only they can know.

If a horse and goat can live in harmony, As only true brothers can, Why cant we? What is so inferior about Man?

Bfk

2013 Benjamin F. Kaye