A Goat fled away from the herd
Not minding the shepherd’s warning.
She wanted to be as free as a bird
And follow for once her longing.

Away in the vast wild she saw
The Fox eating a goat.
Mercilessly, he tore her with his claw
Like a pirate taking over a boat.

Her cries fell on deaf ears,
Her pleas were chocked away.
It wasn’t th’assault of the Fox she fears,
It was beholding another goat astray.

The hiding Goat witnessed the incident.
Perplexed! Afraid! None knows.
Deep inside, she was confident
She wouldn’t receive similar blows.

Suddenly, she heard the Fox singing.
His was a heaven-envoy voice.
In response, all her body was banging
With saying, “I have the choice.”

She listened to the melodies
That she ever longed for.
To her, they’re the paradise
T’which she’s ready to soar.

Recklessly, to herself she said,
“There’s no harm in following him.
Finally, in me something snapped,
Just listening to him is no sin.”

With a lean look the Fox saw her.
He grinned and his eyes widely opened
When watching her trying to blur
Her footprints while hiding so far.

He kept singing and singing
And his looks turned into stares.
The dazzled Goat was incapable of thinking:
“Oh, my lonely heart ‘cause of the song flares.”

The Goat thought, “Following him is fun;
I’m aware of what the reason and the logic say.
If I recoil, my moments of freedom would be gone
And to sorrow I would remain the prey.”

The Fox sensed her inner conflict.
It’s true, he is an expert.
His following song ardently licked
Her poor reason and weary comfort.

His ugly face, she no more saw!
His ferocity was her god,
She wanted before him to bow
Asking him to **** her blood.

His voice was seductive;
His appearance was lean.
She saw in him a fugitive
Who’s all innocent and clean.

It was the carcass of the dead goat
And the blood dropping from his hands
That made her aware that he’d gloat
Over her death while torn with his fangs.

Like the wind, back to the herd she arrived
Bemoaning her lost love and freedom.
She wasn’t grateful that she survived;
She doesn’t belong to the cowards’ kingdom.