A Sweet Lonely Horse

You should have seen him standing In the midst of a snow-field scene Shivering slightly as he stood For the winter was extra mean. A dilapidated old house Was down the road a ways Sad just like the lonely horse In a cold and snowy haze. I walked along the fence And the horse lifted his head Curious, I know he was With nothing at all to dread. I clicked my tongue at him And he came slowly to the fence Taking his time in the frigid air Adding a bit of suspense. My mittened hand I held out to him As this handsome guy came close He nuzzled it with his frosty nose He needed a friend I suppose. We spent half an hour or so It was nice for us both, of course I'll always remember that chilly day When I visited a sweet lonely horse!