3 July 2012
-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.
Rescue Horse. • Opuss № I