Horses

This is a kinda wacky poem inspired by none other than the ..*drumroll* clouds!

 

There are horses in the sky,
Dancing all around.
They prance and kick
And spring and flick
Their tails above the ground.
From where they come
Or where they go,
I still don’t realize.

There’s a dashing stallion,
One hoof above a mound,
And mares and foals come crashing past
Without the slightest sound!

Can you hear their hooves a-pounding
Or see the dust from their a-bounding?

Then as suddenly as they come,
My horses silently go.
For now the wind blows its gusts,
And the sun begins to show.

Author's Note

So, what do you all think?