The tethered horse at night,
Uneasy, restlessly pulling and snorting under the moon’s milky-blue light
The widened white of the eye
The strong summer wind, heaving the trees in flailing ghostly arms, against the black-lined sky
And demons stir from the soul
To perch high in branches through the veil of dark uncertainty, to fleetingly behold
Making strange, unknown sounds
Unsettled to the core the mind tumbles, trapped in endless fearful rounds
So scared of what might be
The unsettled mare looks for dawn through rain-streaked clouds - and so too it is with me