A Sweet Lonely Horse
You should have seen him standing
In the midst of a snow-field scene
Shivering slightly as he stood
For the winter was extra mean.
A dilapidated old house
Was down the road a ways
Sad just like the lonely horse
In a cold and snowy haze.
I walked along the fence
And the horse lifted his head
Curious, I know he was
With nothing at all to dread.
I clicked my tongue at him
And he came slowly to the fence
Taking his time in the frigid air
Adding a bit of suspense.
My mittened hand I held out to him
As this handsome guy came close
He nuzzled it with his frosty nose
He needed a friend I suppose.
We spent half an hour or so
It was nice for us both, of course
I'll always remember that chilly day
When I visited a sweet lonely horse!