Kachi was my best friend
We play all day long
Till the night comes
And we take our night rest
When the bullies get to me at school
I come home to Kachi for comfort
For Kachi is white and pure
Accommodating to be with
Kachi loves feeding on my palm
Kachi loves eating grass
Kachi is scared of fire
The knife Kachi despises
But someday Kachi will be brought down by the knife
Kachi is Innocent and doesn't deserve it
But the stomach of man yearns for Kachi
Because Kachi is just a GOAT
Nice one. Cheers
I liked your poem, with that air between naivety and tragic awareness, using a writing style close to the speech of a child. Greetings, @ giftedwrites.