…………….My name is Harris. I’m an alcoholic

…………..….horse. I’ve taken bribes to feed

………………..my habit: thrown more races

…………………..than a hundred town-hall clocks

…………………………..…have faces.

…………….I’d lost my self respect,

……………...and out of sheer neglect: my job;

………………..my stable. And when I thought

…….………….…I might as well be dead

…………………………..…and almost

…………….brought death on myself, a voice  

…………..….screamed loud inside my head: ‘stop,

…………….….don’t do it, yet. Try and rehabilitate,

………….…….…and when all else has failed

…………………………..…there’s always poetry’.

…………….So here I am, reformed and all smiles,

……………...carrying in my saddle a deadbeat dog

…………….….named Miles who wouldn’t make it

……….……….…through April without me

…………………………..…between his legs.