Midnight Snack

Midnight ride

Ears penned tight and no gather in her stride

She charges onward here in the dark.

No interest in safety eye straight ahead

Focused on her destination she paces with the wind.

15 hands of buttermilk and brown her nostrils are flaring

as she’s shadowed in the dark.  Her mane is wildly tussled

her tail proclaims her intend

as she stops at her dinner bucket for a moonlight snack.

Reviews

[Firestone Feinberg]

A moving picture. I think it's a (horse?). Very good reading. Thanks.

[Cherrie]

lol, yes she is my horse :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

hello, here speaks a lady in the know......I sense your familiarity in this poetic conviction

[Cherrie]

I love to go to the barn at night, to look around but when I do the Paint is a feed hound and demands a little snack :)

[john alan willox]

never worked a farm - but this made me smile like i remembered - thanks

[Cherrie]

thank you John

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i used to have a paint just like that!

your poem is a marvellous moment..

[Cherrie]

she is nothing but attitude, and seems to be in a bad mood most of th time and only friends with me

[lee von cleef]

Moon light opens the hearts, for all the night Owls.