Tired of Winter

  As I drove past miles of fence lines with tumble weeds, scrub and brush I spot a trio of horses huddled together braced against the cold. Snow blanketed their backs and icicles hung from their manes. As I approached the fence they all came to nuzzle my hand and hope for a snack. Standing there in a forlorn field of white, I am sure that they are wishing for spring to hurry up even more so than the college co-eds going on their spring break adventures. When will it end?

"I'm gonna stomp on that damn groundhog's head!"