And yet another poetic ramble from my alter ego, Shakespeare "The Equine."

Enjoy!

Horse Couture

Spring has arrived
My coat’s a state.
No way to be
A fashion plate.

Hair’s falling here;
It’s falling there;
My coat’s in tatters.
Horses stare.

Cold season gone
And with it snow;
Last season’s coat
Has got to go!

A little help it
Needs, tis true,
As it feels stuck
To me like glue.

So, patiently I
Stand and smile
As Groom releases
Spring’s new style:

A shining coat
Of black and tan,
I feel quite
Cosmopolitan!

And of one thing
You can be sure,
My new Spring coat
Is Horse Couture!

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No doubt about it, I’m feeling extraordinarily hip in my new Spring duds.

The blankets are done for the season, and the last of my thick Winter coat is being curried away in stages by the Scribe (aka Groom). Those pesky little hairs get everywhere, of course. I hear moderate complaints about hair up the nose and all over clothes, etc., but there's nothing I can do about that. If you want me to look my dapper best then “Deal with it!” is all I have to say.

But really, is there anything more satisfying than stepping out into the world in your fancy new Spring finery to the admiring glances of those who can only dream of looking so handsome? (Yes, as a matter of fact, there is ... a bucket full of carrots or grain; a mound of fresh hay; apple bobbing in the paddock trough; stud muffins; Timmie's Cranberry & Blueberry Bran muffins ... I could go on but I don't want to change the subject ... ;-) ).

Certainly I am feeling rather fine in my Horse Couture.

See you next time in Poet's Paddock!

Shakespeare "The Equine"

Note: Fab photograph taken by Cary Andrew Penny, CAP Photographic Solutions, Spring 2010.

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