The Lyric Poet's Nightmare

In the dark, dreaming 
You’re falling only 

To find yourself naked 
Out riding the nag bare- 

Back in broad daylight, 
White wings thrashing 

The darkest air. 

Virtual Cowboy

Whoa, there! I know 

There must be better ways 
To while away a morning than watching 

A horse grazing in a vacant lot 
Next to your house, 

But right now I feel right 
At home right here, 

Pardner. 

Using Your Horse Sense

Riding a winged horse 

Sounds downright fantastic, 

Doesn't it? 

Just make sure it leads you 

To water you can drink.