Hour Ten: Ekphrastic using photo from Andrew Shaughnessy

My hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

My ribs show,

so that tells you. I’m not good/ready for slaughter.

Love this country though.

Fresh air, beautiful sky, clear cool streams to quench my thirst, sunshine almost always and when I need a cooling down, I head northward.

Good grazing munchies.

Just my hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

Did I take a wrong turn? Where is the rest of the herd?

My hoofs are killing me, they need a good soak.

Well, at least my inner compass is getting me back home-looks like

I’m here ahead of them, so quiet will be preserved.

that’s good because my hoofs are killing me, and I’d rather soak them alone. DMW