Alice Wyatt
Foreign Devil
an annoying click click click follows me
on my evening stroll

I stand
one foot suspended
like a riverbank heron
pluck the offending goat head
from the bottom of my shoe
tiny New Mexico monster
held gingerly
between forefinger and thumb
a stowaway
now 827 miles from home
with a flick
it disappears into lush lawn
foreign devil in an unexpecting land