Mucking Musing

Peace and contentment within The confines of a horse’s stall Picking and sifting until I have Cleaned limed and bedded it all Horse anticipates where I am wanting him to be Moving and shifting to Stay out of the way of me A soft nuzzling nudging I feel pushed in my ribs He’s wanting a pet from me Which of course I will give I do my best thinking Inside that horse box Collecting and arranging So many of my thoughts Measuring the grain and Dumping it into the feeder Shaking out the hay sheaves The smell couldn't be sweeter To me they aren't chores They are my times away To sort my thoughts to Begin and end my day