Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Winter-morn horses! Yeah!

 

Winter-morn Horses!
 
20 °! Wow! Cold this morning. 6a.m.!
 
Gentle whinnies and soft nickers greet me
at the barn-door; frost crackles under my
insulated-boots as I cross the yard to the critters.
 
Alerted by my cayuse-herd of five, the
sheep offer a “Good-morning” bleat and the ten head
of cattle “moo” a breakfast-appetite.
 
A salutation of “Good-morning” to each
of the steeds, in-turn, by name, and a general
soft-voice greeting to the other barn-residences holds
their attention as I climb to the hay-loft.
 
Through strategic holes in the floor positioned above
 the feed-mangers below, I toss “flakes”
of green alfalfa to the heard below. Each breed
has their own feed-setup. So all get fed.
Later in the afternoon they’ll get another helping
of green-fodder along with grain to help stave-off
the cold winter-night’s chill.
 
As I pet each horse before returning to the
house for breakfast, I bury my tingling nose in the
steeds’ neck. Ahh! Nothing like “horse” aroma
On a frosty winter’s unicorn!
 
Amen!
 
 
 
 

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