My Grandson and The Stallion

My Grandson and The Stallion
By Janice N. Chapman
(c) 10/25/01 All Rights Reserved

I woke up this morning,
And stretched amid a yawn;
And almost had a heart attack
At what my eyes lit upon.

In the corral with the stallion
I’d bought just yesterday,
My grandson found his legs
A delightful place to play.

And as I watched in horror
While the baby played between those legs,
I might as well have been sittin’
On a dozen powder kegs!

I could see all kinds of things
The stallion might have done,
If he was a mind to. . .
To my trusting grandson.

From the front legs to the back legs
The toddler stumbled and fell,
And just to break his fall,
He grabbed the stallion’s tail!

And he chortled the air with laughter
As between those back legs he fell.
The stallion turned his head,
And I swear he smiled as well.

He never moved a muscle
While the baby played beneath his might,
And I slowly, breath abated,
Strolled toward the sight.

I knew down deep inside
That sudden moves I didn’t dare.
As I slowly made my way
Toward that unlikely pair.

The baby absently moved away,
And the stallion followed him.
He fondled the baby’s face
And snickered softly to him.

The baby laughted and pelted
That soft muzzle close to him,
And those tiny fingers on his hands
Found the mane on his new found friend.

I froze as the stallion turned him
Toward the gate he’d gone through,
And then nudged him gently
To get him to come back through.

I picked up my grandson,
Relieved no harm had come to him.
And said my thanks to the stallion
That he’d turned out to be a friend.