Whisker drifting on carriage of breeze
landing on leaf, for a moment
gust knocks it off, and it slams into a goat
The goat eats some fruit then walks to a clearing
where her family gnaws on ground meals
the sun is setting
A loud cry from Messier 82 stirs the herd and they sprint
The whisker falls off the goat
and lands in a pile of feces
The goats are slaughtered
the meat consumed by drunken trolls
while darkness consumes the face of disease!