Forgive this city-boy post but can’t resist posting about the goats outside the window. Goats outside the window you may ask? Yes, goats outside the window. Was sitting quietly reading in the afternoon when I heard faint ‘mehing’ noises that piqued my curiosity. I got up, looked outside the window and lo and behold, I saw goats outside the window.
Yes, goats outside the window. So what about the goats outside the window? Just that there were goats outside the window of this pretty modern feeling flat and that after living for about 20 years in a flat where we faced a major expressway, am more used to hearing car noises than the sounds that goats make.
And so there were goats outside the window, no other sound was heard,
except for occasional noises, that come from such a herd.
The goats outside the window, all hoofs and brown fur,
would not green grass demur.
What ho, the goats outside the window, grazing come what may,
will stay outside the window until they go away.
Last Sunday was Good Shepherd Sunday and it seems apt to make this link to the reflection that I wrote about that in this post (scroll to bottom of page for latest entry). After all, when there’s a flock of sheep or goats, there’s bound to be shepherd nearby. The sheep or goats know their shepherd and he knows them. It’s that relationship and bond between the animals and guide that seems so special and worthy of further reflection.