Self-Guilt Trip…

I could have kept him from the field,

With a snap of my fingers, a word would have sealed,

His desire would have still been there,

But he obeys & trusts his daddy,

Now I am guilty of allowing him in with the horsies,

I will be so, most likely till he is all well and healed…

His wound is already covered over with skin,

He still seems rather reluctant to run and play,

But he is already back to biting his old dads shin,

Still in all, he is like the sunshine to me, yes a ray…

So how do I get past this guilt I feel,

For his almost demise, for the horse I wanted to steal,

Doubt I would have done any of it; the horse would still be alive,

What good would it have done, the horse was just being an animal?

So Rufuz did survive, have to give him a doggy high five,

He did battle the horse and sort of won,

Running away with tail between his legs, did my son,

Better to do so and be around to fight another day, oy vey!

                        © ed ~ 7/10/04