Whew! After yesterday’s blog day, I felt like I had gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson. I had to keep checking my ear. Today, little respite.
With virtually no equine contact, I’m running out of horsey things to write about. So I thought I’d inflict my maudlin haiku on my readers. As with everything I write, this is a true story.
If you’re allergic to bad poetry, now’s the time to click the close button!
Small doe, shivering
After the impact, alone
Woman bears witness