Had we finally come to the edge of howhere?
All day we had followed the shallow, meandering river
Empty of fish, perhaps empty of all life, but we
Drank the water – found it cool and comforting..
A dismal afternoon. Pale sunlight passing through
Clouds that peered in and out from the brown hills.
It was Rose that spotted the horses. Three of them,
Almost a family, skeletons almost, startled when
They saw our signal gun. We had run out of
Bullets long ago, but hoped it would make a would-
Be attacker think again. It made the horses keep
A distance between us. Their manes were thin and
Stringy. It was doubtful if they had ever been ridden.
Actually it was odd that they had not yet landed
Inside someone’s dinner pot.
Best to take care. Plants still grew around here
That we knew were poisonous. Perhaps the
Horses could eat them with no ill effects, but
Their meat might be tainted.
If something looks too good to be real, then it
Words: dismal, meandering, thrust, bath, rose
Locks, spot, horses, plant, bullets, signal, edge.