a pinto and the princess

mom had to work late again tonight
but the nice old lady living upstairs
would come by and keep him company

he never knew his grandma,
but he hoped she was like the old lady
who would read him a story
of wild horses running freely in the meadow
at the foothills

one day he would get a pinto
and ride through the forest
and maybe save the little princess trapped in the castle
but that was
another story

~~~

written for mayfalls 6/31, “wild horses”
mayfalls is a Twitter poetry challenge hosted by @breath_words and @a_sea_of_words

© annie scribes 2017
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