Kalvin
Yesterday
Warm sun with a strong cool wind
trees and leaves rustling, creaking, singing
Silky black mane blowing,
Ears pricked and tail high;
Kalvin hurtles from shed fence to pasture pond.
Big bucks bursting
one, two, three, four
Fence!
Sliding stop. Spin. Repeat.
Today
mud clods
spattered on the run-in shed walls
dangling from the ceiling.
Kalvin, sweat matted winter coat,
Ears pricked.
You'll have to use the brush! Sounds like Kalvin is feeling his oats!
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful. You caught the rhythm of his life.
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