Walking into the barn
the smell of hay floats through the air
Making my sinuses begin to drain and stuff
The cats run at me, rub against me and curl up on me
I lay on the ground to pet the horses noses
I am in the loft and can reach through the floor to the tops of the horse's stalls
They neigh and throw their heads back in hunger not caring to be pet
But I can't rise
The cat is on my back, nuzzling my shoulder blades
And telling me, is his own way
that I am loved
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