NaPoWriMo 08

Difficult to know
what a horse thinks,
but sometimes it’s obvious,
like the stud stallion
that time in France,
caught a whiff of mare
and that huge schlong
came out, embarrassing
the ladies of the choir,
and some of the tenors,
when the phrase
hung like a horse
came to life.

Other times, in a cold field,
wearing a stiff canvas rug
and the rain driven by a gale,
they just stand there, nothing else
for it. For hours. You imagine
their thoughts run slower,
blink of an eyelash –
and don’t they have beautiful lashes –
another image of the same field,
the same fence, another blink,
the same. Slow thoughts,
the most stoic of beasts.

Watch them run, warm Spring day,
new pasture, good company,
for the horse is nothing if not
in a herd. Know horse joy.

Colin Will
08/04/2013