Spring Offspring

Spring offspring, kids bounding unbound at last
Ex utero, firmly in mundo, bleat
Squeeze toy bleatings, teeny beasties tiny
Hooves touch to new sprung spring green grass at dawn.

Energy enclosed in fur and four hooves,
Floppy eared enthusiasm, they race round
The yard, chew on my book, climb on my back
As I sit on the steps--my third goat spring.

Capricious is merely a sound until
Tiny heads ram your shins and tiny teeth
Tug at your shirt and tiny tails, frantic,
Flick when their mother calls them to the teat.

Then do words leap from tiny hearts and hooves,
And dew sparks from the grass pass like comets
As the kids their milky way through the yard
Make to nurse as mom eats grain from her bowl.

Afterwards, they rest and drink water, long
Ears dipping, tips dripping, milky muzzles
Nuzzling the smooth surface of the water,
Slurping out circles to the bucket's edge.

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