A Handsome Steed

He was a handsome steed
of indeterminate parentage
and what were the odds
such a one-of-a-kind wonder
should end up captured and confined
in an art gallery
in a small little town
in the middle of nowhere
in Florida of all places
where most of the faces
were lined and worn
from the wind and the sun
where people went not to galleries
but rather the beach
to have their fun

So he was left to himself
to gaze out the window
at the walkers and gawkers
who sauntered along
who sometimes caught his eye
and then stared and wondered
how in the hell he got there
which of late is what he'd been
wondering himself
'cause it had been a long time
and the sign said "Don't Touch!"
which drove him mad
and made him sad
for like most equines
he loved human contact
and now he was aging fast
and was plasticized with fear
that soon he'd be put on the shelf
where the only thing that
could ease his mind
was the thought he would not
be made into a couch.