The Horse Race

The galloping horses stopped in their tracks.
What they saw, I really don't know.
Their eyes were wild, they dropped their packs,
And they put on quite a show.

People of all sorts stood three in a line
To see the herd kick up dust.
I watched from a stairway sign nearby
That said "We Plan to Win or Bust".

It seems the horses once ran a race,
But betting was not now allowed.
And habits slumber at a slow pace,
So some lost esteem they borrowed.

More horses appeared from hills here and there
To form a camp and decide.
Their goal was to protest and share
Opinions about where to abide.

Because rumors shot over their heads about storms,
They sought to find places to stay,
And frightened the neighbors who set their alarms
And managed to stay away.

They locked their doors and hid in places
Until the herds of horses got tired,
And somehow disappeared and quit the races.
They suddenly all retired.