On a dull, muggy Sunday morning, <br />We drove past the ugly horse in her corral— <br />A mangy filly—alone and lonely— <br />As she scratched about without passion or freedom <br /> <br />We waved to her from the windows, <br />But she didn't seem to notice <br /> <br />You leaned back into the shoulder harness <br />And drifted off for a minute— <br />Your face looking a little dispirited— <br />Sad because you waved and she probably didn't see you<br /><br />Jeff Gangwer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/waving-to-the-ugly-horse/