Friday, 9 November 2018

Riddle (November)

Second last in a field twelve, will its long preparation leave it ahead, or last? Go right to the source, it’s always on a steady course, talking the time of day. Its fetlocks would move against the clock, its nose may head just as directed. And it’s off! The rider thrills to the spring, veers within narrows wide enough to breathe. Positioning is everything, even when the end is fixed. Rapidly its silks time-lapse by, rose and green in contrast to July’s shot grey, January’s two blues. Into the straight and it’s over, for another year, places incidental. [Answer: November]

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