A Horse Is An Honest Species Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Horse is not deodorised or sanitised
It does not ache to fling its fetlock over a centrefold
It is immune to adverts

It'll crunch its clover
Without one foody fad
If it wants to stare all day at a tree, it will.
Its travels are not ticketed or docketed
No horse watches another on CCTV

This moving barrel of grass on hairy legs
This horse, this muncher of meadows
This creature of wood and plain
Is remarkable sane
Accepting with equanimity
Sun and rain
A horse is an honest species.