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Four Left Hooves

Misstep one, Misstep two,
Sorry for barreling into you.
For most graceful, I get no one's vote.
I'm the klutziest, clumsiest mountain goat.

We're supposed to be agile, nimble and sure,
But I stumble and trip, my legs all a blur.
I'm very unsteady.  Balance?  A stranger.
To myself and others, I pose quite the danger.

We live high up, near mountain tops,
Walking along crags, looking down on steep drops.
A klutzy goat is nobody's friend.
It's lonely at the bottom, worse as we ascend.

Some begin to come near, then start to think better,
Afraid I may cause them to take a header.
So alone I grazed, far below the rest.
My equilibrium I dared not to test.

I'd grown used to the distance, it's really not bad.
But there were times I'd feel down and get sad.
My herd wasn't mean, not cruel nor cold-hearted.
I knew they felt bad when all this had started.

It wasn't my fault, but it's really unjust.
Because for my kind, steadiness is a must.
I'd see my herd huddled, looking at me,
Eyes full of sadness, distress and pity.

One day they approached (of course, on 
the ground),
Their hooves in the grass barely making a sound.
Next to me they stood, at me eyes directed.
But what they had said, I never expected.

"You're part of the herd, we don't mean to critique-
But your sense of balance is indeed very weak.
For your shortcoming, you are greatly renown,
And we fear you'll send all of us tumbling down.

But we're family, one group and one herd.
For you to be alone, to us, is absurd.
Just because you have this one great defect,
You separate and apart should not be the effect.

We've been thinking, all adding our contribution
To come up with a plan, to create a solution.
We thought long and hard, this problem to address,
And we think we finally found the key to success!"

I followed all of them down to the river
And when we arrived, met up with a beaver.
They requested of him to cut many wood strips,
Which we carted up home in several trips.

Then construction began, everyone on assignment-
All doing their part in perfect alignment.
And all this for me?  I just couldn't believe
I mattered so much that this they'd achieve!

After lots of hard work, over several weeks, 
We had wide paths of wood leading up to the peaks.
We could walk side by side, with no fear of falling!
The sight was majestic and truly enthralling!

My heart swelled with gratitude, for this I 
had longed-
To feel so valued and to know I belonged.
So touched, I thanked them for being so kind.
They just said, "Of course!  We leave no 
goat behind!"

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