Horses do have a onery side.
Cousin Don's horse like to bite,
and having been just-so-nipped by her
felt like a vise clamp, when you sense her
behind you quickly turn. Donnie laughed.
Donnie let me ride her,
and without saying anything, me
being naive, just cinched the saddle
and mounted, going along side a wash-out to
bring the milk cows home.
Giving her a little rein was like over-drive,
straight into gallop,
and the sudden feeling that the saddle was loose
and listing off to the side. Trying to stop her
was a chore, and just slowed and turned her,
the saddle moving forward didn't apply
the usual tough force to dead stop them four
feet. But it was slow enough, when I did fall
that I wasn't drug around. Donnie laughed.
He knew the horse bloated when cinching,
and the saddle would be loose.
He laughed so hard that Uncle Roy was a beating him with
his hat and telling him we can't kill the boy.
I think she laughed too,
yes,
a good horse laugh. |
