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...
Horses • Opuss № I