Down the hill from Treehaven, a second place I would have called home.
Chewed up again by my employment path (damned ole radio), I took her there - fifty miles north in the neighboring state.
I woke up early the next morning, walking around the small field wondering what went wrong this time. Buried deep in my dismal reflection.
I felt something from behind. Alas, it was one of the horses nudging me from behind. As if to say, "I know you are lost, can I help."
My long-time friend, who's home it was said today, "I don't remember much about that time but I am not surprised those two horses would behave that way." Sometimes certain animals know just how a human feels.
© 2015 Buzz Hill
Chewed up again by my employment path (damned ole radio), I took her there - fifty miles north in the neighboring state.
I woke up early the next morning, walking around the small field wondering what went wrong this time. Buried deep in my dismal reflection.
I felt something from behind. Alas, it was one of the horses nudging me from behind. As if to say, "I know you are lost, can I help."
My long-time friend, who's home it was said today, "I don't remember much about that time but I am not surprised those two horses would behave that way." Sometimes certain animals know just how a human feels.
© 2015 Buzz Hill
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