The Call

Shakespeare -- Photo: Dorothy McDonall

I heard a cry
Upon the breeze,
It leapt and glanced
O’er grass; through trees.
It was a song
Unto my ears,
Meant very little
To my peers.
It mattered not
To them, you see
This clarion call
That came for me.
A voice as sweet
As any heard,
One might of thought
It was a bird.
The sweetest bird
That ever sang
Whose tune for me
Alone it rang.
Its lyrical notes
Upon the air,
My darling Scribe
Entreating “Bear!”

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It’s a moment of magic when the Scribe calls my name.

It doesn’t matter if I’ve been turned out five minutes or five hours, when I hear her call me I cannot resist. Her voice is the Siren — I must follow it to the warm pat and tempting carrot that awaits.

Sam, my paddock mate, is jealous. He always wants to hone in on my girl. She brings him a treat as well so he doesn’t feel left out, and this makes him reasonably content. However, occasionally he’ll crowd the gate as I’m leaving and give me a playful nip on the bum as if to say, “Way to go, buddy!” He’s such a kidder …

Yes, it’s hard to resist the call … except when I just want to be left alone with my muzzle buried in a patch of fresh spring grass. But that’s another story …

See you next time in Poet’s Paddock!

Shakespeare “The Equine”

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One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Barb N.Teddy on June 9, 2011 at 9:11 pm

    Chestnut Horse 2 Horse Chestnut:
    The Call and the Answer

    No stir in the air
    No stir in the trees
    My paddock was ruffled
    By nary a breeze.

    Big bugs from nowhere
    Appeared and bit me.
    Grazing was hampered.
    My tail swished fitly.

    The gate clicked open.
    My friend walked over
    Attached a lead as
    We walked on clover.

    Relief swept through me.
    I trotted with glee.
    With nary a word
    She had rescued me.

    We walked to the barn.
    We walked to my stall.
    I had a massage
    And that wasn’t all.

    Next came a pail bath
    With moistened sponge
    Vetrolin wafting with
    Ev-er-y plunge.

    She gave me spritz
    Of equine strength spray
    Then turned me back out
    For a bug-free day.

    Wishing your scribe all the best of the west, Bear!

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