It's Still Life

4. When She Sees the Goats

She sees the goats
before she sees the man.

A white goat
leaping about like a small moth.

A black one
studying branches of an Argan tree.

She leans down and draws milk
from its tit into her cupped hand.

It trickles between her fingers,
warm and rich,
the colour of pale butter.

She once felt happiness
when running wild with the whispers
of winter wind.

She thought that this was very close.

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Total words: 114. #4 (draft) of The Goatherd. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned as AI. Imagery and poems ©Misky 2023.