I awoke in the middle of the night to find
A horse standing quietly over my bed.
My friend, I'm so glad you're here, I said,
It's snowing and you must've been cold
And lonely in your stable down the road
With the farmer and his wife both dead.
I'll throw a blanket over you and check
If there is a lump of sugar in the kitchen,
Like the one I saw a man in a top hat
Slip to a mare in a circus, but I fear you might
Be gone when I get back, so I better stay
And keep you company here in the dark.
"All writers have some secret about the way they work. Mine is that I write in bed."