Release the horses into the deep,
Water the foxes until they sleep.
Necks of the foxes? Smell them with fear!
Horses’ hooves pounding? Get out of here!
Things that you’ve owned? Not destined to stay!
Things that you cherish? Fading away!
Sending this quickly, only one time—
May you find truth somewhere in this rhyme.
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #237
More Poetry Pantry #498 at Poets United