Grandma's Horse

Received a sweet memory from a friend the other day.
She had stayed at the Bunkhouse a while ago,
but still recalled the bronze horse that graces
the east window in the guestroom:

"So pretty, 
I remember the shadow 
of it passing over me 
silhouetted by the dawn 
rising into the Bunkhouse guest room, 
it was one of the nicest part of the day...
Almost as good as the smell of toast!"

Thanks Cat.
Grandma and I both appreciate
great lovers of art.