The Jockey
he stood over the mare
a braising sable dancing
throughout the fields
of arlington heights a harness racing
thee annual competition
his eyes grazed the stallion
apon entering the arena
silence aboded
as pete climbed aboard
his frail bones clanged harshly
breathless painful panting occurred
while the crowd roared
the brown mare
had galantly won the race
and dropped to the floor
while her soft brown eyes
turned a bright shade of red
why to her surprise the jockey was dead
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2011
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