名人诗歌|Fellow Creatures

I pat the horses heads as I walk by.

Theyre gentle beasts， and friendly； they dont mind.

The gesture heartens me. I dont know why.

At first， they did not trust me； they were shy，

suspicious. Maybe I dont seem the kind

to pat a horses head as I go by，

And maybe I am not. I cant deny

that might not seem a move Id be inclined

to make toward great dumb brutes^{1， and I know why：}

Theyre alien； theyre stubborn； they defy

their handlers. Theyre not safe to walk behind.

I pat the horses heads as I walk by，

Then sTOP at one， and peer deep in his eye.

Theres sense， I sense， yet not much I can find.

But still， that heartens me. I dont know why，

Except， a fellow creatures there that I

can stretch a hand to， ignorant and blind，

that makes me feel a bond as I walk by.

That gesture heartens me. I dont know why.