Fresh off the presses, from my tricky brain. Some flash poetry for you. Just getting warmed up. Hope you like it. Poetry puts me in another mindset, for sure. Have an awesome day! Love, C.A. 💓
Horse Sense
Mornings, I look out my window
For the orange and black
Stray cats,
For all of the colors, and the
Noise,
For the tumultuous
Weather,
For a rest from my racing brain,
For the time of
Day, and the hawks,
Even though
It's not their season.
Sometimes I wonder about
Heaven --
If it lives and breathes
Within an ear,
A tail,
A claw, or maybe inside the
Darkest alley.
When I was sixteen, my bay horse
Was simply,
God.
There were the others,
And then there was him.
I guess
I know these panes.
I guess I know that he was.
C.A. MacConnell
