Zorro

   Hot water steams from my mug, color swirling away from the tea bag.

Crisp air sifts through
the strands of my hair.

Dying leaves swirl
at my feet, lifting to the sky.

Smells of yellowed
trees fill me.

Sun peircing through
the canopy above me.

Autumn, a time of chill, 

Jackson:
His small nose, mouth agape
wishing and waiting for more treats
black and white spotted body
small cloven feet. Mini-goat.

Jasmine:
Her soft milk white nose 
highlighted with black nostrils

They slash across the sky.
They shine, shimmering,
centered in our lives,
bright like pollen wafted against the night sky.

It waves gently as it grows tall,
surrounds us like skinny, green guards,
watching our movements

I stare at it. 
Then, like a flash of lighting,
I hop off of my horse and retrieve it.

I know there isn't much to do with it,
so I feed it to Teddy, he munches 
and I hear his bit clinking inside his mouth.