Horses

Eight white horses running over hills,
running and rolling and nipping and jumping.
One stepped down a rabbit hole
and never ran again.

Seven white horses running over hills,
braying and grazing and trotting and snorting.
One got shot for sport
and never grazed again.

Six white horses running over hills,
through fields and marshes and mountains and mud.
One drowned in a swamp
and never cried again.

Five muddy horses running over hills,
in rain and in snow, through summer and winter.
One froze while it slept
and never dreamed again.

Four muddy horses running over hills,
sprinting and playing and laughing and scared.
One ran off a cliff
and never jumped again.

Three muddy horses running for the hills,
frightened and tired and sweating and lost.
One asked a butcher for directions
and never made it home.

Two cold horses looking for their homes,
in the sun and the rain and the snow and the dark.
"I miss my baby" said one to the other,
and walked off into the night.

One horse stood on a hill,
at home and at peace and alone but at least
the ghosts never left her
and they never again disappeared.

Author's Note

I have a friend/roommate who is quitting meth and this somehow came of that.

Reviews

[mercy party]

man that was inventive, and says instant classic to me. the basic idea was pretty good but what you did with each phase was crafty as hell. and it had a solution, a profound one. it was silly dark humor. Shel Silverstein ish . oh, and i hope your friend isnt one of the early horses.