Thunderous hooves, riotous dogs

My nerves are raw at the thought of something wrong

Three out of four gone from my sight

Carried away by freedom or fright

Three year old boy at my side

I conjure a plan in a fragment of time

Neighbors call, they spotted the herd

They offer assistance and comforting words

Best friend rang up, no hesitation to help

I gather my leads and collect myself

A short distance drive finds the herd at peace

Grazing on grass, through snow it does peek

Rattle the feed can, catch their attention

Clip them up youngest to oldest

Amazed by the daring of the feeble old mare

I guess I misjudged her, she has plenty of flair

We walk horses in hand back to the farm

Shy neighbor lady tends to my son and car

A nightmare of a situation made easy as pie

Thankful for kind neighbors and my best friend for life

Thumbnail artwork by Hannah, my daughter.