The Horse's Mouth
The Horse's Mouth
Meadows green, lavish, plush,
White picket fence, prospectively pleasing.
Farmstead particular,
A picture postcard realm.
Stallion struts proudly,
Mare mutters while grazing.
Rare breeds,
Bloodline polished, yet forged.
Colt striving independence,
Reins tight, suffocating.
Whips command order,
Gallop inevitable.
Pungent manure engulfs the stable,
Stampede bellows "nay".
Horses led to water,
Could not make them drink.
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