12 April 2012

I was born,

The first thing I saw was my mother,

She whinnied to me,

Struggling to get on my feet,

I was cantering in no time,

But then that dreadful day,

When I got sold,

I was put in a dark lorry,

And driven far from my mother,

We arrived into a big rotten and glum stable,

All the horses there were thin an ill used,

I became a cart horse,

We were pushed farther than our limits,

Then one horrible day,

I was staggering up the hill,

When my feet fell,

They left me,

I died there in agony,

I'm gone,

Forever...

kitty_kattHorses • Opuss № I