Hay-breath and Scratchy Lips by Judah LoVato
A fuzzy nose emerges through the stall gate
With a 'kuh-huh-huh' inquiring about treats
I undo the cold latch, and scratchy lips greet me
With the sweet reek of hay-breath desiring the peppermint
Which we crunch together in the evening cool
About the Creator
Judah LoVato
My collection of sometimes decent writing
Which I've left "there" for seekers to seek
Though I lack the grandeur of that Pirate King
Perhaps these pebbles can be a light
In this life, this laughing tale
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