A Picture of Misery
I saw misery
in three horses
huddled in the corner
of a paddock -
cold, rainsoaked
they stood motionless
in the open
heads turned towards
a large tree
with its wide canopy
a few lengths away
on the other side
of a barbed wire fence.
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