April 13th Native Trail

 

April 13^th  Native Trail

 

And there you were, straight in front of me,

Only a few feet away.

But you didn’t catch my eye,

Aloof and superior, head held high.

You were late in arriving, well you would be…

But there was a gasp of appreciation and admiration

From the crowd that had waited for you.

You were unperturbed and true.

Athletic, strong, bright eyed, regal you.

 

Garrus

You were walking around and around

Your wet coat glistening in the sunshine.

Dappled, mottled of burnished silver grey.

But, no, it hadn’t been your day.

The photo finish had beaten you by only a hair

But why were you endlessly walking around there?

 

Julia

Julia shared a taxi with me, recommended ‘last horse standing’

Unfortunately, the horse she owned in the last… practically was…

It hadn’t been your day either.