Part III of the Snow Grapheme series (I and II here).
For the Year of the Goat, cloven hooves on granular snow, with accents by chicken. I believe the Cudzoo Goat Girls may be drawing poems about the eight 八 noble paths to enlightenment (a state of mind usually to be found by ruminating on alfalfa hay). Curiously, their hoofwork and voices converge.
David George Haskell 
What wonderful words
What mysterious language
If only we would understand!!!
Thank you for allowing us to ponder!!!
Fountainpen
Yes, there it is, across the center (from right to left, in an ungulate nod to its Eastern origins): Right Walking. Ba, indeed.
I am smiling now, ear to ear.
Thanks for putting those of us who miss the goats’ blog onto their track
Diggin’ on the caprine convergence.
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