Oh Noble Horse
who lives on the plain
eating a bounty of oats and grain
i have to ask have you lost your way
as i see you and a pal trotting in play
there’s no one around as i watch you with fright
only your riders on this cold lonely night
i’d hate to think that you were lost
and a night in an Animal shelter was the cost
but lo, and behold – here’s your rider now
with your breakfast and polos as extra chow
you’re off to the match – to keep the peace
a four legged friend – aiding the police
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
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