I thought I'd seen it all, and then I got a call from a guy in town. He said, "We want you to come help us do goat yoga." I said, "Goat what?" Yes, goat yoga is a thing. So we rounded up some goats, we went into town and built a pen and watched it happen. This poem is called "You Go Yoga Goat." I thought I had seen everything, but I was surely wrong because I found something new when goat yoga came along. We brought our goats to town, and we put them in a pen where a bunch of people came and brought their mats on in. Folks laid down on their mats and the instructors helped them move through various positions, health and wellness to improve. They would roll and move their body into various contortions, which seemed to help them stretch by increasing proportions. The goats would mill around them for however long it took, while giving all the people a sniff or just a look. When folks got on their hands and knees to make a tabletop, the goats jumped on their back, and they didn't want to stop. It was their first time seeing yoga, I am sure to note, that I never ever, ever had seen yoga with a goat. Happy trails.