The Horses' Last Will

I saw,

I saw out in the field,

behind the barn in the mid-summer sun,

a horse who has no name.

She trotted and jogged,

all over the yard,

kicking up dirt behind her in haste.

The wind did blow,

as She came my way,

and I saw a shocking sight,

I had not seen before.

For where the wind did blow,

on her back,

blood red did drip,

down the side that faced me.

Deep gashed marks,

did cover that side,

and wire was tangled around her.

Had she not turned around,

I would never have seen,

the inflictions she was hiding.

Her eyes,

they could not hide though,

the pain she was feeling,

even though she tried her best,

to conceal it.

Finally,

she saw me,

me by the fence,

and she knew that she had only one try.

She called frantically to me,

with hurt in her eyes,

and fright in her voice,

she called on me to save her.

But the wind did blow,

in the mid-summer sun,

and her call would never reach me.

She cried out,

with no hope,

but despair,

and I sat there dumbfounded.

For how could this horse,

among all the others in the world,

be caught in the fence made by man?

With it's iron tough grip,

and sharp spokes protruding,

that threatens the lives of many.

She trotted around,

then fell to the ground,

and I watched in horror as she tried.

For the fence that surrounded,

bounded her in,

and I did not want to go where she lay.

For in that place,

where that horse did struggle,

was only a place filled with grief.

It was not very likely,

that she would escape,

and I did not want to be bound there as well.

So I watched from the outside,

behind the barn,

in the mid-summer sun,

where life was nothing but good.

I watched as She wriggled and thrived,

against the ground where she lay,

until finally she regathered her strength.

Jumping and twisting,

she swung her head around,

the horse with the gashes.

She fought with the marks,

that claimed her,

as something she was not,

and try as she might,

though she jumped and she jumped,

the horse was not strong enough,

to jump over the barrier.

Then with one final plea,

after moments to muster her strength,

she leaped over the fence,

soaring into the air.

Then she fell to the ground,

as light as a feather,

outside of the fence that bound her,

and disappeared into the world outside.

Sometimes I still hear her,

the horse bound by the fence made my man,

with her deep gashes,

that shown in the breeze by the mid-summer sun,

I hear her calling out,

She whinnies and cries for all to hear,

not caring who would notice.

She go where she went,

and did as she pleased.

The fence no longer bound her,

she was set free,

and though her scars would remain,

she did not seem to care,

the horses' last will,

to be free.