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Ursa Leaned on a Pitchfork in the Horse Barn
The barn stood empty. The horses ran in the tallgrass prairie. Ursa leaned near a bossy-man. They seemed to be alone. They stood on a mound of petrified manure. “Watch out for bees and wasps,” the bossy-man said, shifting his tie. “Are you scared?” “Bees and wasps don’t scare me as much as horses,” Ursa said. “Did I say that out loud?” He flicked a piece of dry manure with his fork. The manure flew up and hung on a bare wire. Copper wire. It stuck out of new insulation, heavy-duty wire, maybe for 240 volts, maybe for a big project. Maybe the barn would become something else, a home for horses, or maybe for Ursa. Maybe Ursa could fix up the place and have a mansion. He reached up to move the manure and the wire stung his hand. Ursa Leaned on a Pitchfork in the Horse Barn
The barn stood empty. The horses ran in the tallgrass prairie. Ursa leaned near a bossy-man. They seemed to be alone. They stood on a mound of petrified manure. “Watch out for bees and wasps,” the bossy-man said, shifting his tie. “Are you scared?” “Bees and wasps don’t scare me as much as horses,” Ursa said. “Did I say that out loud?” Ve flicked a piece of dry manure with ver fork. The manure flew up and hung on a bare wire. Copper wire. It stuck out of new insulation, heavy-duty wire, maybe for 240 volts, maybe for a big project. Maybe the barn would become something else, a home for horses, or maybe for Ursa. Maybe Ursa could fix up the place and have a mansion. Ve reached up to move the manure and the wire stung ver hand. |
Ursa Leaned on a Pitchfork in the Horse Barn
The barn stood empty. The horses ran in the tallgrass prairie. Ursa leaned near a bossy-man. They seemed to be alone. They stood on a mound of petrified manure. “Watch out for bees and wasps,” the bossy-man said, shifting his tie. “Are you scared?” “Bees and wasps don’t scare me as much as horses,” Ursa said. “Did I say that out loud?” She flicked a piece of dry manure with her fork. The manure flew up and hung on a bare wire. Copper wire. It stuck out of new insulation, heavy-duty wire, maybe for 240 volts, maybe for a big project. Maybe the barn would become something else, a home for horses, or maybe for Ursa. Maybe Ursa could fix up the place and have a mansion. She reached up to move the manure and the wire stung her hand.  COLORING PAGE
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(Word > Prose Poems > Ursa and the Animals) posted 31 January 2015
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