A Wild Story

By Andrew R. Duckworth

I spoke to the horse
On the mountain trail
Not expecting a reply,
But gazing in its eye
I heard its voice.
It didn’t come by the air
But by the story in a glare-
A wild story,
No longer told
Except through the bold,
And perhaps those old-
Old enough to know
The world has become
More complex in quest for simple.