Slowly rolling into the clear spot
My car found peace
And then my foot stepped to the east
When near it a black toy my eye caught
Picking it up, its form was clear
And in seeing it I felt curiosity and fear
Before me was a tiny goat with long horns and red eyes
Those eyes staring at me like the devil waiting for my demise
Its feet were frail and bent from the heat
Its horns were long and wrapped around my frail knuckles
I didn’t know what to truly make of its existence, it almost got me to chuckle
Perhaps God was leaving it there as a clue for me to seek.
Should I take it home?
Should it be a reminder for the evil that will always wait at my door?
NO
I won’t take it home
I threw it over my shoulder, and thought of it no more.
