I see you standing there,
covered from top to bottom
in caked mud

and as I scrape and
struggle to get it out
I sense your eyes soften

into a silent smile
and I swear your lips
curl at the corner

a horse's sense of humour

Poetry by Åsa Andersson
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Written on 2014-08-21 at 12:08

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it only likes english jokes if it speaks english

I like it. I think I've seen a horse smile as well. :-)