Strange horse, curiously partial to engines
Ears perked to every distant car’s call
One window for its coming, one for its going
Tireless tally from his corner stall
One frigid winter morn, windows laced with ice
Pat, hearing but not seeing, was fazed
Stuck his head through one pane then two
Cut and bloodied his determined gaze
Repairs lasted only ’til the next hoary frost
Uncle Homer shrugged leaving stubborn horse his view
From the coldest stall out on the State Road
Gave the neighbors something to yack about too
Not just cars Pat fancied but some appliances
Mom found out one bright spring day
Vacuuming with the windows wide open
When Pat came calling in his nosey way
A good laugh that got in Mapleton
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Copyright Deborah McGlauflin 2009. All rights reserved.
