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A winter's night ritual
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A winter's night ritual |
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IsabelleSkye Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 253 |
my breath leaves a cloud suspended in the air, as I step outside the evening so crisp and dry stars sparkling in a riotous cascade while the moon glows inside a rainbow ring jacket zipped to my chin gloves and boots, and my hat on too horses nicker in the stillness prompted by the door's familiar squeak the dog leaps at my feet the cat following close behind Stopping for a moment I inhale deeply ice cold air so painful in my lungs yet, so fresh and reviving I stand, drinking in my surroundings enjoying the peace that night brings *Rustle* my heart races, as the bushes come alive near my feet my eyes wide and alert and as I peer into the shadows, I begin to giggle as my cat comes tumbling out the dog shoves her nose against my hand asking her silent question, "Are you alright?" I pat her in reassurance and head for the barn pushing open the door I slip in out of the cold the horses' happy calls greet me inside, my nose is assaulted by 'horsey' smells orchard grass alfalfa straw molasses fly spray and the tang of their stalls my old mare whinnies and sneezes as she stomps her feet and bobs her head anxious to have her night's meal she asks for her oats with a questioning nose extended over her stall wall tossing her an extra flake of hay, to ward off the cold I scratch her jaw and turn my attention to the filly approaching her stall, I am greeted with laid back ears, shining teeth, and a ferocious stare "She thinks she's so tough", I say to the dog and cat the filly snakes her head after me as I pour her oats I laugh and kiss her velvety nose feeling her warm alfalfa kiss as she breathes on my face tho' some would be appalled I love a 'horsey' kiss unable to resist, I wander back to the old mare hugging her as she stands so contendedly, crunching her oats slipping off my gloves, I slide my hands under her mane to feel her warmth she ignores my attentions and goes on with her meal I kiss her warm neck, wrapping my arms so tight around her whispering what a beautiful, wonderful horse she is against her fluffy coat I lean up and ask her in her ear, making sure the question isn't missed "What's it this time Babe, a filly or a stud colt" she looks at me with liquid eye, as if to say ,"We have seven more months to wait" tho' some would be appalled I love a 'horsey' hug I give their stalls and water one last check as I bid my beautiful ladies goodnight, with a fond pat and a kiss closing the door firmly behind me and head towards the house where a warm fire and cup of coffee awaits dog and cat shadows following closely behind |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Lizzy, Intrigued with this warm wonderful story sorry when it came to an end. Enjoyed. |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
While I will pass on the alfalfa breath, I thoroughly enjoyed your words... |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
I envy you your horsey hugs and kisses!  I loved this..it pulled me in and I felt like I was standing and watching the scene. |
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Pepper Member Elite
since 1999-08-19
Posts 3079Southern Florida |
a real pleasure to my senses and emotions.....just wonderful Isabelle ------------------ May your days be filled with lots of sunshine and your nights lit up by golden moonbeams |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This is my dream, and you are living it. Well done, and thank you. |
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Balladeer
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since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Gee, Izzy, you've got a lot of critters around ya. Room for one more? |
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IsabelleSkye Member
since 1999-06-27
Posts 253 |
I have no need for a mule, thanks fer offerin tho "Deer *wink* ~hugs~ I.Skye |
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