Rage Against The Horses

By: Bob

Mystery

The Horses whistled and rustled

the browning leaves outside my window.
I could hear them sing. I could smell the sweet corn cooking in the
oven downstairs. I could feel the cool breeze brushing my cheek.
All my senses were strong and awake, but for my eyes,
I could not see.

The horses reached up and tapped on my window..
I was afraid becuase I thought it was burglers.

Age: 62
City: Seattle
State or Province: Horse
Country: El Bar Ranch
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