Rescue Horse.

-Amber eyed and fringed forehead-

(legs so heavy, feel like lead)

-Swishing tail and half-closed eyes-

(a symphony of chilling cries)

-Horseflies move about my head-

(waist so thin, I haven't been fed)

-Content and full of every food-

(shelter dead and made so crude)

-Gently move across the grass-

(remembering how the whips harass)

Scars across my once-thin hide,

Memories I can't abide.

Once a tool for human use,

A horse just made to take abuse.