Drowning Horse

A neighing through wind-swirled waves. Frozen hooves branch, a neck cranked tight in a crossbow of fear, a horse being swept away! No! I miss-saw... just a chunk of tree in the white running water, A momentary delusion, yet alarm took flight, became a moth gone crazy on the light of my skin. Not a drowning horse - not what I perceived there in a quick moment of terror. Yet for an instant, my mind threw a saddle over what was never there.