Inner Woman Volume 2
45 Call to the Post

The bugles call

Horns of old

Riders up

The horses trot

from the paddock

The clock is set

Anticipation

Sizzles

Chutes are loaded

Tension mounts

Await the call

And they’re off!!

Pounding hooves

Jockeys whip

Muscles bunching

Manes flying

They make the turn

Our horse is leading

Crowds screaming

Thoroughbreds jostle

Hides gleaming in the

Afternoon sun

And the winner?

Photo finish

Too close to call

We wait.

Three were there

Neck and neck

To the winner’s circle

Three owners

Friends and enemies

In the war of the race

Champagne awaits

The champion’s toast

And then the

Leader prances in.

Red roses drape a

Midnight black stallion

Bitter smiles hide

Disappointment.

The kiss of lady luck

Went sideways today

Our ghost grey filly

Will win another day

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