This Morning
I open the gate and walk back to the barn
The herd bottlenecks at the creek as the leader pauses
Pawing, he startles at the crackling ice
Eventually he moves forward with his followers
Through the gate, one by one they canter, puffs of snow exploding at each footfall
They stretch their legs, frolic, play and challenge in the frigid morning air
Before bursting back through the gate to settle at the hay.
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