We’ve never bought a goat,
at least not for us.
We did buy a goat, once,
or maybe twice or thrice,
as part of a holiday
donation, although we
neither met the goat
nor the family for whom
it was bought.

We bought a family of goats
once, three small wooden
mountain goats, lovingly
made by time-worn hands
in a pristine alpine village,
far from our home and
far from the family
for whom we the goat
we never met brings joy.

We need more goats.

We need to be with
the goats.