My goats search for a sprig of mint
to calm their bellies before sleep.
The moon walks softly up the horizon,
as the sun sinks below…
On our way down the mountain,
we pass our favorite waterfall.
Forget-me-nots line the path,
reminding us of the goodness of day and the restfulness of night.
The crows have carried the sun away
by the time we reach my garden scarecrow.
Today was like any other herding day,
uneventful, peaceful…..
The same,
yet different.
Tomorrow will be similar,
but different just the same!
—
Written for Linda Kruschke’s
Idyll Paint Chip Poetry Prompt.
Mystical Strings 
This definitely has a peaceful, meandering feel to it. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, I just love the peacefulness of the constant and the anticipation of the different. Beautifully penned.
So peaceful…I really love the first stanza, maybe because of that image of just the goats. It’s an unusual image to me but a nice one.
Ha ha I love sheep, but chose goats for something a little different. So glad you got the peaceful sense. Thanks for reading!