HER NAME IS FEAR

What is that loud sound?

No one should be around

Is someone at the door?

 

There it goes again

It was much louder then

I do not want to hear more

 

The gate is locked

No one should have knocked

I am frightened to the core

 

All my courage I seek

Tiptoeing to the door I peek

The horse is rubbing its butt against the door!

 

Smiling as I walked her back

To the waiting hay stack

Relieved that Fear was no longer knocking at my door

 

 

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