Two Mothers
Ears spiked then swivel on her head
there’re twitching, listening for sound.
With eyes that search now overhead,
her hooves they stomp the solid ground.
She’s drawing hard the morning air
now deathly fear is on display.
Her nostrils snort and then they flair,
while help now seems so far away.
Toward the house she runs at pace
for now she hugs the fence line straight,
as morning dew sprays from her face,
Continues to accelerate.
She stops now where two fences meet
while only meters from the house.
She calls, she paces and stomps her feet,
until, appear the man and spouse.
With words she just can’t understand,
though, in her eyes they show great fear.
While trying to consol with hand,
is now a frantic Misses Grear.
So trotting forth from whence she came,
with concerned couple close behind.
now both Grear’s fears, they can’t contain,
and terrified of what they’ll find.
Through foggy lower paddocks haze,
before their eyes the scene’s unveiled.
Her first born foal of just five days,
there on a picket stands impaled.
Grief from both mothers one could see,
when both the females walked away.
Now down Grear’s face her tears ran free,
thinks of another tragic day.
The foal was placed in clover green,
next to another smaller mound.
Both mothers now are often seen
their sadness shared without a sound.
David J Delaney
15/06/2009 ©
