The
firecrackers in the night
Hitting
the sky with colours bright
The
cats will run to hide
The
boom boom loud noise
Some
dogs will bark
Thinking
intruders have arrived
Barking
loudly disturbing the night
The
roosters will call the morning
It
is the Goat coming to town
The
throne he wants to sit and rule
For
a year he will watch and record
The
events under his domain
Maybe
the truth will suffice
When
the Horse dust has settled
Of
the events in murky water mist
The
Goat will get it into the open
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