Out of the Fog, Another Poem by Yours Truly

Driving home on a Friday

Relieved that the week is over.

Auto-pilot engaged

While cutting through rain and dark.

Turn onto my road

Food on my mind

When out of the fog

Comes a shadowy figure.

My headlights just barely illuminate

One, two, three, four creatures

Floating towards me.

Goddamnit

The horses are loose.


***CUE BENNY HILL MUSIC AS KELSEY ROUNDS THEM UP***