Sheperded Back To Pasture
In horse gone wild, fighting off
What for its own good
With soft brush, once roped, harnessed
Is calmly caressed
See in street-roaming feral
Kicking and squealing
Whose own touch, once lured back there
God's; pew's for stall's care.
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