Like the hooves of a race horse,
like the dog on the pavement,
a beat set into a familiar pattern.
like the beez humming,like the rooster crowing, many things we dont want to hear.
like the first breath similar to the first step, both things we cant stand to miss.
and like the love bird,and kisses, we realize that love and life hurts.
*sometimes we see that life doesn't make much sense, and neither does this poem... but each line has a meaning. comment please and read some others... i always return a favor!**
