Escaped goat, why do you flee the comfort of hand pats and palm treats for harsh realities of mean streets?

Like an ingenue surrounded by wolves, surviving away from zoo requires any ‘boo’ be from you.

Those sounds: what could they be? A motorcycle or brontide or, perhaps, your tum–empty and yearning yum.

Hearing Uncle Buck mansplain yard rules deserves a walk-out, but staying shows, even more: who has true clout.

Best on freedom quest, but don’t avoid home because folk left you feeling attrite; strength can be flight or fight.

Scape goat, what do you see? Horizons have sun’s sets and rises, so, between, live-love all life’s surprises. ; )