I ponder the lot
Of a horse,
Who has caught
Endless days
In the rain,
How he must feel
To suffer its bane,
As he ingests grass
In meadows too wet,
That verges morass
Nature chose beset,
On pasture he links
To life giving fests,
While hunger persists
Thus imaged bethinks
In this life he submits,
Fails to be in the pink!
ode to friends Michèle & Thomas
the ultimate horse lovers
© Jean-Jacques Fournier