It wasn’t there when a plain hut in pale wash featured a ghost dog
and a leafless tree. But when the sheepfold with its wheel inside
appeared, tree sprouting leaves at last, with cows and three
(peripatetic) sheep, the goat crept in.
Outsider, shy, alone, but with a species to represent. It meant
carrying a hefty bunch of leaves, possibly kale or rhubarb,
everywhere it went, and refraining from eating the scenery.
Nevertheless it managed, and snuck on to many
a sparkling canvas, sitting down on the lower left hand side.
And when you see it, unimportant to the composition, possibly
even unnoticed by the artist,- consider your own position.
Could you use a leaf of self-belief out of the good goat’s bunch.?