While taking a walk
this warm summer’s eve,
I happened upon
a sight rare to see.

As I gazed, transfixed,
at the bloom of a rose,
my eyes shifted right
and my feet nearly froze.

Two graceful curves,
descending in pointed tips,
a tuft of mown grass
lingering still on your lips,

Confused, I called out
to the man by his car – 
“Do you know there’s a goat
roaming in your backyard?!”