Goats for the Homeless
Goats for the Homeless
Driving back from the mall
the other day
we passed a church.
Wife and daughter began to laugh.
In front of the church
was a sign,
they said,
that said,
“Goats for the Homeless.”
Goats?
This led to much speculation.
on the way home.
The homeless here
or in some foreign land?
Where would homeless people keep their goats?
Why goats?
Easier than cows?
A source of milk? Cheese?
Have a barbecue?
Maybe they could use the wool
to weave blankets to keep warm.
Goat products to earn money?
Maybe goats could help ease
homeless people’s loneliness.
The next day
I drove by the church again.
I looked at the sign.
It said:
Coats for the homeless.
Ah, that made more sense.
Too bad.
I didn’t tell wife and daughter.
Sometimes life
can seem
a little sweeter
with some mystery in it.
Driving back from the mall
the other day
we passed a church.
Wife and daughter began to laugh.
In front of the church
was a sign,
they said,
that said,
“Goats for the Homeless.”
Goats?
This led to much speculation.
on the way home.
The homeless here
or in some foreign land?
Where would homeless people keep their goats?
Why goats?
Easier than cows?
A source of milk? Cheese?
Have a barbecue?
Maybe they could use the wool
to weave blankets to keep warm.
Goat products to earn money?
Maybe goats could help ease
homeless people’s loneliness.
The next day
I drove by the church again.
I looked at the sign.
It said:
Coats for the homeless.
Ah, that made more sense.
Too bad.
I didn’t tell wife and daughter.
Sometimes life
can seem
a little sweeter
with some mystery in it.
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