During all the rain, some posts loosened,
The wonderful escape artists found the weak spot.
The crunching of bucketed chestnuts alerted Bev.
A lone snort told me before daylight
that someone was where they weren't supposed to be.
Broken Arrow makes a plan.
They found wonderful new spots to graze,
gardens to gallop tip-toe through,
and canines and felines willing to share their food.
I loved on them...I think, we all did.
Allowed them to stay free for a couple of days.
They would travel from freedom to the barn,
and back again.
The horses have their own pasture
but the lure of the unknown called them.
Tonight, they will surprised.
Their escape route is repaired.
Tomorrow, they'll stay in their pasture.
The cats will enjoy their breakfast,
sharing only with dogs and chickens.
