The magic female goat

Is really magic

She comes on the field

Once a year when

The time has come

And it’s tonight

 

She stands on her back shoes

And says elaborated gibberish

Ancient parables playing with the ravens

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The raven in the garden, jumping

Up and down, right and left

When suddenly everybody left

 

And all that is resting is the

Small baby cat on the grass

Meowing on all sides

To all trees and birds

Flying and working

As all trees do and do

 

The magic female goat

Is really magic

She comes on the field

Once a year when

The time has come

And it’s tonight

 

The ceremony just started

And the nature, in one second

Became silent like never before

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