The horse that ran

A poem by Alder Gonzalez

The Horse That Ran

there was this young horse 

that was rejected and beaten by his former owner

if i had the money to bet on any horse at this race

I'd bet on that one

for he was tall and black and strong

like any future stallion

but he was meeked and weakened by the hands

of his former owner

he had his eyes stabbed out and could no longer see

but somehow he still ran straight and fast as ever

he had some real rough spots on his body 

and had nails inside of his hoove 

he wasn't supposed to make it

but the doctor said he was all taken care of one day

and all was left was for him to run again

and as he did he ran from everybody 

including his new owner a man who wanted to be his friend. 

there was this young horse

he'd been hurt so much

that having him there was enough

but if ever i had to bet on a horse

it'd be that one, the one that could run

like demons were chasing him.

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

I understand people who abuse animals make first class serial killers.

[Alder Gonzalez]

I don’t know about that. Dig deeper