Dragonfly Flutters Spotted Goat





“As if, as if, huffy, puffy, luff, luff

“As if not bad enough, gruff stuff

“Standing out blotchedy, notchedy

“Spottedy, pottchedy, crotchedy

“Grazing down left behinds so mines

“Drinking down far corners left behinds.”


For, you see, Goatsy Spotsist was claimed by none.

For, you see, Papa, Mama, Uncle, Aunt white of bun.

For, you see, Notty Goatherd nor Potty Master claimed no black.

For, you see, no sight admitted of spotted nor striped on back.

For, you see, no hill held goats of marks,no rocks hid the strange.

For, you see, no such claimed admission on this pure grange.


“Oh, me, oh my, oh knee, oh back, all spottedy me, me,me.

“Oh, me, so left, so behind, no peace under pine tree, see.

“Oh, me, of my, all so bad, me so bad, but now am tried.

“Oh, me, so tried, so baddetdy triedetdy now buzz sighed.

“Oh, me, so sighed by buzzedty flysie so drag-goned flippy.

“Oh, me, of my, oh duffy puffy tuffy stop sippely flippy.”


For, you see, not just alone was Goatsy Spotsist, trying to graze,

But, you see, was Goatsy Spotsist all flipped by Dragonsy in maize.

Oh me, oh my, you see, poor loneliest Goatsiest Spotsiest was buzzed

Yes, you see, now you see, sipping Goatsy Spotsist by Flysie all fuzzed.

Dear, dear me, oh dear, dear one, scarcely could any more fluster

Dear, oh dear, now to be fussed and nagged was Goatsy now to bust-her.


“Oh, thou noble Goatsy, so coatsied in noble marks, so ready now for larks.

“Oh, thou most striking, stripeddy Goatsy, know you not you dressed in sparks,

“Know you not you sparked by starriest lights struck from above in angel choirs,

“Know you not you marked from above so special to carry me to blessed biers,

“Oh, thou most chosen Goatsy, now be flitted and fluttered by my wings in blue,

“Oh, thou royal marked Goatsy, now be running under my wings on path so true.”


For, you see, Goatsie Spotsist and Dragonsy Flysie in true blue bond called to join.

For, you see, Spotted One and Blue One leaping as one tilting angel not for coin.

For, you see, Spotsy and Bluesy bold as dragons skipping in flitters no more fluttered.

For, you see, Goatsie and Flysie far ahead of herders, ever closer than masters shuttered.

For, you see, leaping Spotted One and fluttering Bluesy One no more in worried wrinkles.

For, you see, sacred choiring of peace on earth, goodwill to all flew beast, flew fly, all smiling winkles.






So middle of the night it twas

The straw quit falling, the spider quit spinning

Rimming roof holes only light that was

While muttering cockles and cooing tickles in twinning

Ruffled  ear of Perchy Owl causing no pause

In dreamy sighing of mice and men at their sinning.


Only crouching hare in lumbery weeds

Rolled eye at spikey star, dancing faint chorus

Twitching nosehairs in question of such creeds

Bunching paws and tail in tighter lest morass

Rolling from yon fields stick to ears like beads

While light spikes and wing lines flew to surpass.


Now Big Red did huff to sling out wings in crow

Smashing Miss Grey still deep in dreamy coos

But now swiveled about in cote feet in a bow

Almost tied about her neck such was the doos

And donts and cockles and doodles of Red in crow

That Miss Grey scarce membered in peace dues.


“Oh, Red, you big dusty, crusty, lusty yardbird are you!

“What brings you to crow and flap and scrape and scrap

“Our good night of rest with such cockling much ado?

“What cracked your eye at midnight, stirring my nap

In rocking me off my rest with such flapping todo?

“What in heaven or earth heard you to cause such snap?


“Oh, little Miss Grey, Miss Proper Miss Grey, do you not hear

Now the flap of other wings, the brush of spinning robes on your cheek?

“No, Old Mr. Importance Red Cockle, I was in perfect peace in my bier.

“I practiced my coo chords in quiet sleep needing to fill my soul in meek.”

“Woe is me, Miss Grey, shame on me, Miss Grey, for flapping your rear.”

“Too rude of me, Miss Grey, too bold of me, Miss Grey, for bumping your beak.”


“Oh, lest us be done with regret, Ol’ Red’; no matter, Ol’ Red, for I also hear,

“Some chord like golden silk in strum floating over field and hills,

“Coo,coo, indeed I do hear, I do hear song in need of no throat so dear,

“As those who carried first light, first dawn, first leaf in their bills.”

“Oh, please Miss Grey, if you will, Miss Grey, now permit my beak to clear

“This low roof beam as I fly to greet these heavenly winged trills.”


Oh, Big Red, Old Red, Loud Red, never did I think myself to nod

“In accord with such clatter, so peaceful is my name with the sages

“But just now seeing  human two below bending care to trod

“Just now seeing that man, that woman below some told in past ages

“Just now seeing that new babe swaddled in box so close to sod

“Just now I must trill with you, to spill with you all good news in magis.”


“Oh, Miss Grey, dear Miss Grey, sweet Miss Grey, how you lift my crowing

“Into a flying chord of clear express, Into a tune of high joy willing good,

“How we two, you and I, in stall so simple, now trill and thrill in towing

“All the news across this little town, over these weary ones that could

“Bed only down in hay, now rise up in song and trill, new glory throwing

“All around my every cockling crow new starry light crowning Babe so good.”


Now Big Red and Miss Grey sighed together in peace and joy and goodwill

As they tucked beaks under wings and muttered, no travelers yet seen behind the hill.








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