Saturday, January 15, 2011

Small Stones #8

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.


2 comments:

  1. You'll have to use the brush! Sounds like Kalvin is feeling his oats!

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  2. That's wonderful. You caught the rhythm of his life.

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