Back from my morning walk, I think
To stop and have a chat with Athena,
The filly who grazes now and then
In the empty lot next to our house.
Tired of anything resembling pedestrian
Human communication, I try my best
Using gestures and words full of guile
To win her deepest equine attention.
With a snort I think must be full of vexation,
She throws back her head so as to throw me
A glance that makes it perfectly clear
She wants nothing to do with anything
That smacks of polite conversation.
NB: άλογος (adj.) = without (logical) speech—το άλογο (neut. noun), the Greek word for ‘horse’.