Horse Opens Yoga Studio, Offers Hay-scented Serenity and Galloping Meditation
Ma signed up with twisted spine,
Pa said, “Downward Foal? That spine ain’t mine.”
Granny wore spandex stitched with oats,
Lou brought goats who took off coats.
Horse bowed slow with mindful grace,
“Exhale through muzzle, find your space.”
He led the herd through warrior pose,
While barn cats chanted near their toes.
“Now neigh your truth,” he softly said,
As chickens balanced on their head.
Cow achieved full chakra bliss,
Right before she farted mist.
Pig got stuck in lotus form,
Preacher called the whole thing “storm.”
City yogis drove for days,
To stretch beneath that equine gaze.
Now Horse sells mats and mindful teas,
Namaste with gentle knees.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)