Suckling Boy

The boy was born of no one knows

And was raised by a lovely old goat

The boy clung to the old horned beasts belly like a baby ape

Suckling on her tit and shining large clear blue eyes at the world

And the boy grew dumb and mewling and baaa-ing

When the goats were herded into a pen

Were brought to bear into ownership from the mountainside

The boy slept in the field with his flock

Hissed and growled whenever anyone came too close

Was branded brutally like the rest of the herd

Breathing an existence from goats milk

And froze to death in the harsh fall as any mortal would

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