The Ride At Twilight

I slipped out
To the barn one night,
'Cause I just couldn't rest.

I slipped on my boots,
And on my hat,
And latched the door
Real tight.

Next I ran across the yard,
Down the lane,
And scaled the fence.

Once in the barn,
I switched on the light.
Then I saddled up my mare,
And rode into the night.

I rode hard,
We rode long,
Me, my horse, And I.

I feel the wind
As we whip around,
The thunder of hoofbeats
Is the only sound,
Beneath the silvery moon.

We Leap a stream,
And dodge a tree.

Hurricane is lathered with sweat,
And off her rises steam.

She suddenly halts!
She's suddenly alert!

Her ears swivel back,
And now forth,

Standing stock still,
She listens-

A sound makes her spook!

She takes off with
Me, herself, and all!

She's heared the cry -
A wildcat's call!

She races from jeopardy,
At a frighening flow.

By tightening up the slack
In the reigns,
I manage to make her slow.

Now we walk around the corner,
And lo!
What do we find?

'Tis just a wildcat cub,
An orphan left behind.

I dismount,
And walk around,
To where he does lie.

When I look upon him,
I find,
That he is yet blind.

The cub is hungry,
Lone,
He's mine.

I try to mount,
But side stepping,
She shies.

My cub, my mare,
And I-

We're safe
And sound.

We are in need of rest.

So I mount,
Facing West.

We follow the silver lining,
Homeward bound.

poem by Macy Dvirnak
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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