I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water. My tasks lie on their places Where I left them, asleep like cattle... Then what I am afraid of comes. I live for a while in its sight. What I fear in it leaves it. And the fear of it leaves me. It sings, and I hear its song.
I don’t know how to goat. But I’m learning.
‘bout to watch some goat videos because seriously.
Wicked Witches by Prince Zaire