I brought the buggy to a stop

So my thirsty horse could drink his fill

And when he’d had enough, he neighed

But I just sat there, cold and still

Something in the wintry field

Had caught my eye, a broken bird

Or perhaps a cat, who didn’t stir

I sat, but nothing more was heard

I thought about alighting then

To see if I could lend a hand

And then remembered all the times

I’d walked this lonely, lonely land

When no wing or hoof or friendly claw

Had come to fix the shattered me

No human voice cried from this road

No one stepped close to even see

And though I know how it always goes

How two wrongs never make a right

Now I was a shattered whole

It seemed somehow to be alright 

That I could watch a creature stir

And flap a wing or paw in pain

Then stare as if I hadn’t seen

And click the reins, to move again  

01/16/2004