The horse and her Grampkee

For 12 years now, Harmony has looked over him.

She’s seen him through the death 

of his daughter,

and his wife, 

providing him with structure, routine. 

This Tennessee Walker runs with him on her back,

carrying him far more quickly and sure-footedly 

than his own two legs could. 

She searches his pockets for carrots, 

nips playfully at his wrists.

Together, they’ve aged, 

simultaneously growing more ornery and more sweet. 

She gazes down at this little old man with great affection, 

and lets herself be led into the stall.