Another poem for the road…

Stoic liaison appears in the rain

His steed has gone lame and needs tending

The groom knows such mending requires more pay

The stable boy nods –

And I turn away

Come now, liaison

Come in from the rain

Fine stallions are many –

Acquiesce now – obey

Beyond the arbor, the bovine bells ring

Lighting strikes twice –

The cattle stampede

The stoic liaison wipes tears from his eyes

Heave ho –

The grooms throw the steed on the pyre

©2017 JD