Tale Best Told to Family

It sounded like violent thunder Like Thor’s hammer beating triple time We watched the hill, wondering if it was them We had heard about the five wild mustangs for centuries They were in great-granddaddy’s prophecy They are here! My father declared. We watched them pound down the hill They disappeared halfway through the meadow Never tell the tale, Daddy warned me That was a psychic phenomena Best told only to other family For some are not believers I was five and did not understand But I am seventy-two now, so I do.