Today's poem is by Jill Osier

The Horses are Fighting

They stand scattered and not
facing each other. Like black-eyed
susans lining the highway, or sisters
angry in some small kitchen.

The goats traipse a diagonal
through knee-high meadow,
following head to tail. Then
one decides to feed. Suddenly
they are strangers.

But how elegant these animals
seem after your funeral, each
quiet despite a whole field,
content with any fresh mouthful.

Copyright © 2013 Jill Osier All rights reserved
from Green Mountains Review
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission

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