I'll take him.
Just so you know,
this one -- the black --
sometimes,
out of nowhere,
well,
he may rear up
the tenth time
you lead him out
to the field.
He could get loose.
He could tear across
the property
and barrel down
Route 48.
He could strike
at the air and aim
for you
with his front hooves,
drive his nails home,
and then settle
back down,
and he’ll forget to blink,
so, watch
your head.
Or he might walk
like a baby
with a relaxed lip.
C.A. MacConnell
