by Carly Bird

Created on: June 21, 2010

Coarse mane wound in my fingers

Cold breeze on my face

We danced through the stubble

Of the corn field that day.

Neck fully outstretched

Nostrils flared with each breath

We covered some ground

On that last gallop away.

Sugar, my angel I’ll never let you go

You are my friend

They won’t take you today.

My legs are your legs

She seemed to say

As she lifted her quarters

And surged through the rain.

But all of our efforts were to no avail

We were parted,

Our hearts would never be the same.

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