High atop the mountain
ranging far and wide
sit the Horn-ed Goats,
their freedom we abide.The majesty of the herd
we all must admit
entraps our vision,
and imaginations lit.To live as wild and as free
as the horned mountain goat,
to sleep we fall, backwards
our bodies now afloat.Dreaming of the creatures
and our visions of the past,
we awaken to them in our tent
though they embarked fast.On the outside
the guards
saw them.
go.
