the horse came back

after digging a horse shaped hole in the frozen earth, i thought we'd seen the last of clancy, but i guess when you bury anything or anyone without a good eulogy or a hole deeper than a foot, they don't rest so easy.

i can't say that i much like horses. or mules or donkeys, for that matter. but maybe i ought to scorn the winter instead, or, better yet; my wordlessness.

1 comment:

  1. A eulogy for an ass is a difficult task indeed. You want to say something nice, but...




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