When you hear hoofbeats
You think horses, not
You should not tell me what I think.
Why not think of donkeys?
I could think of many more animals right now
But I’m having trouble breathing.
When I hear hoofbeats,
I think of neither horses nor zebras.
I think of two hollowed out halves of coconuts banging together.
The migratory kind.
To me, the most absurd explanation is often the correct one.