Pony Apprehension

The fawn folded up it's legs and fell
Into a swoon or was that sleeping?
Drifted off to the place where the song birds
Are weeping for the rattle in their chests
And the hum across the wire
Says the Spring, she woke up dead
(With a broken back and note that read 'Maybe')

The swan sang himself to sleep
Crying over his transistor
Shivered by a slow burn
Unaware the lake was icing over

Sent the letter with a robin's blush
And pony apprehension
Expecting it might return
Like a mighty appaloosa
In a lazy looping hand
He'd written the words
"Yes, no, maybe?"

Ears twitched the air to hear
A distant transistor radio
But the signal dropped off as the clouds
Rolled in to cover over the clearing

The fawn watched the sky
For a hazy silhouette of white on white
Blinked his lids for the snowflakes falling
Wishing he'd said 'Yes'
Wish upon a wishing he'd said 'Yes'