Pegasus

Pegasus

A boy lived in a home
not far from the shore
His hands rubbing together
to make himself warm
It was cold weather.
Hat and scarf weather.

He didn't quite expect
Anything magical
No ground-shaking wonder,
not a sign, nor the improbable.
School was over.
Going home was excitement.

In the distance it appeared,
a red sun was setting.
'It' was a creature the boy didn't fear.
He'd never met it.
"What you don't know
can't harm you"

The words rang,
like a silent telephone.
Full of nothing.
'This is a dream, or a freakshow',
feared the boy. No,
hoped the boy.

'I'm Pegasus. A horse
with wings'
'Makes no sense, of course,'
thought the boy.
'so it must be a prank -
a joke - a scam.'

It would be a costly scam.
A scam that gave no second try.
A professional hoax by
professional people with too much time.
Too much on their hands.
Too much money in their pockets.

Cynicism and the boy made friends.
Pegasus didn't enjoy the same fortune.
'What troubles you,
young one?'
'You're not real, so do one',
was the boy's reply.

'Charming'. But as Pegasus left,
the sun's journey reversed.
Dusk became day.
Peace met its demise.
The winged, talking horse -
(a fake he was) -
took off his disguise.

'I knew it', said the boy.
'But what is this manipulation of time?'
'Oh, nothing', sighed the man revealed.
Morning was approaching.
'If only I weren't
a one-trick pony.'

September '09


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