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.