The goat sleeps

 

In the night the goat sleeps

He looks peaceful. But in reality, his heart is deceitful

His face is cast in a shadow

Under the rectangular eyes, he plans to get what you owe

He twitches under the moon

He dreams to himself “this will be you soon”

Although to everyone, he’s just a goat

  A lovely letter to you, he wrote

But no one accepted his invitation

Not a single person came, after all the preparation

That’s okay, he dreamt fast asleep

I’m still a Worthy Goat, surrounded by many sheep

A figure approaches the room where he lay

Who this could be, we will find out one day

But as this poem is read, one must remember

That the real threat comes on his birthday 

...the 23rd of December