A Horse Named Darling Poem by Marilyn Lott

Hi, my name is Darling
At least it is, I think
They always call me Darling
When they feed or pour a drink

I thought I’d take a walk
It was a clear and snowy day
No one cared it seemed
They had nothing much to say

So I trotted down the road
Just a little ways
Sniffed here and sniffed there
One of those quiet days

I wouldn’t go very far
And I’ll listen carefully
‘Cause if I hear someone yell “Darling”
I’ll know they’re calling me!