Friday, August 8, 2008

154x365 - B.B.

dad salvaged/fostered
feral/abused horses

B.B. was white-eyed, wide-nostrilled.
I sat a summer near, then inside fence
for hours, days. she sniffed me.

gradually I could slowly lift a hand
move; she wouldn't shake,
eventually walking under her belly.

1 comment:

Bev Sykes said...

I loved this post. It reminds me of reading Black Stallion books and how I wanted to be a kind of "horse whispere."