I’m on Assateague Island, stalking wild ponies.

There’s a mom with her colt and three of their cronies.

Two stallions nearby are kicking and fighting.

Now one of them’s biting. Oh, how exciting!

Over there’s a pair doing the thing

That graces the herd with new pony offspring.


So I grab my camera and hurry back

Knowing I’ve got some great shots in the sack.

I set my sights on a pinto mare

And inch ahead as close as I dare.


Calmly she stands, munching on grass

Till I hit the shutter, as she flashes her a**.

Then she looks at me I swear with a smile

Right when I step in a pony poop pile.