NYC Carriage Horse

My name is Ryder, that August day

in Hell's Kitchen, NYC I fainted,

I worked hard, now no constraints,

I was a carriage horse,

my hooves clip-clopped the whole course,

the city was a brutal concrete master,

confined in harness as I labored

into disaster.

My eyes were amber, my coat a

dark brown,

I was an older horse on the

streets of downtown,

other horses in this strange

arrangement,

had no sweet timothy beneath

their hooves, only pavement.

I would sorely amble into my stall,

as my fellow horses nickered to me

they wearied of it all,

We in the animal kingdom have

our dignity,

we have such tolerance in our benignity.

Why can't we kick up our hooves

in a field,

in an autumnal chill with

an exuberant squeal,

after I suffered that collapse

they retired me,

to an Upstate NY farm so

quiet and free,

but I soon traversed the

sparkling Rainbow Bridge,

I now happily graze on a

heavenly ridge. ~

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